Photobooth Snapshot

[couchgrouch]

Photobooth SnapshotWhen those hands pulled me from that helicopterI thought I was headed for an army doctorbut the gun in my side was coldthey tied me with a dark blindfoldand all I ate for days was prayer and waterthere were times I was scared as a young recruitbut I remembered what I had hid in my boota photobooth snapshotof a crazy kissshe didn't want me to keep itcos her hair was a messbut I felt her beautywhen my fingers touched itthough barely an inch acrosswithout it I'd have been lostthrough the pain and hungerI never once wonderedhow faith and my future could fitin a photoboth snapshotmy buddies staged a raid on that band of rebelsI was kissing her again before the dust had settledthat pilot got a hero's graveI called his folks...said he died bravethere was a tear in Sarge's eye when I got that medaland though I was proud of my purple heartthat night all my dreams saw in the darkwas a photobooth snapshotof a crazy kissshe didn't want me to keep itcos her hair was a messbut I felt her beautywhen my fingers touched itthough barely an inch acrosswithout it I'd have been lostthrough the pain and hungerI never once wonderedhow faith and my future could fitin a photoboth snapshot(c)2005 Robert George