The Ambush
I’ll remember always
that special night
May 1978.
On the east coast,
facing the Indian Ocean, I was.
Silently waiting in ambush formation,
adrenaline flowing, ready to fire
in a moment’s notice.
A noise was heard.
the enemy was near,
that’s what I thought.
But like a mirage in the desert,
the enemy couldn’t be seen anywhere.
Just a wild boar rummaging on his way.
My first night out, and
no battle to tell.