To attack a concrete bunker, you carried a satchel charge. Did a broken field run. I figured the Germans would cover the field with flat trajectory fire, machine gun spitting nuggets of death in my direction. I was short and fast, I could hit the dirt, dig myself into dirt, my heart in overdrive. ... I ran, all during childhood, skinny and fast, strong legs, king of ring-a-leevio, racing across the schoolyard, non-stop, lungs on fire, legs pumping, sweat-soaked shirt, racing, from kindergarten through college carrying a satchel charge toward a German bunker to fling it through the slit to stop the death racing toward me
SAMUEL EXLER is the author of a collection of poems, Ambition Fertility Loneliness (Lintel). His poems have appeared in Poetry East, Plainsong, and Painted Bride Quarterly, among others. During World War II he saw combat with the 104th Infantry Division in the ETO.
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|Publication:||The American Poetry Review|
|Date:||May 1, 2007|
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