Remains

• "On another occasion, we get sent out

  to tackle looters raiding a bank."
• And one of them legs it up the road,

  probably armed, possibly not."
• "Well myself and somebody else and somebody else

  are all of the same mind, so all three of us open fire. "
• "I see every round as it rips through his life —

  I see broad daylight on the other side. "
• "One of my mates goes by

  and tosses his guts back into his body.

  Then he's carted off in the back of a lorry."
• "End of story, except not really.

  His blood-shadow stays on the street,..."
• "and he bursts again through the doors of the bank.

  Sleep, and he's probably armed, possibly not.

  Dream, and he's torn apart by a dozen rounds."
• "but near to the knuckle, here and now,

  his bloody life in my bloody hands."
• “Then I’m home on leave. But I blink”
• “he’s here in my head when I close my eyes,..."

  "not left for dead in some distant, sun-stunned, sand-smothered land

  or six-feet under in desert sand,”