the dogs of war

sometimes i think back to when i was taking “Creative Writing” as a magnet thing in high school and my junior year, the teacher called me out on not doing the writing assignment (or even pretending to do it, I think I was ripping paper into squares) all “I hope you can get a 2k writing project done before tomorrow despite how you’re wasting time now” and I, being made of pure spite, was like, (there’s no actual response to this statement from an adult), but I said something about how I’d have it.

And I went home from school that day and rage wrote 5x the required word amount wherein a soldier from the Civil War is walking along a path amid the Chaos of War and finds all these dead dogs and people and has basically a mental breakdown and ends up trying to bury them all but he can’t because he’s exhausted.  And she made me read it out loud (to prove I wrote it?  I guess?) and I had gruesomely described (in loving detail) the state of the dead bodies and dog remains, having been left outside to rot.

And two things happened: 1. everyone who was not my friend probably thought I had mental problems including the teacher, and 2. she let me use her massive chalkboards for the rest of the school year to plot out whatever book/story I was working on and never again asked me if I thought I could get a writing assignment done on time.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

On Tuesday, Lucca, a 12-year-old German shepherd, received the prestigious Dickin Medal, the highest military decoration awarded for valor in the UK. She’s the first American K9 to receive it. While serving, she led over 400 missions in Iraq and Afghanistan, and found over 40 explosives. She lost her leg when an IED detonated as she was searching for weapons. Thank you for your sacrifice, Lucca.


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