Death is Everywhere

Last night I got a little bored with a book I was reading so I decided to flip through a book I just purchased which is a compilation of Walt Whitman’s poetry. I was immediately attracted to the poems that had to do with the Civil War.

It wasn’t long before I began reminiscing about the Gulf War. One of the more poignant moments of the war for me, strangely doesn’t have anything to do with combat action but of one of my best friends and I sitting atop my tank listening to Depeche Mode. We were listening to the Black Celebration album when Flies on the Windscreen came on and the reality of what we were facing really set in.

The first two verses set the stage for a very surreal song when you’re in the middle of a combat zone:

Death is everywhere
There are flies on the windscreen
For a start
Reminding us
We could be torn apart
Tonight

Death is everywhere
There are lambs for the slaughter
Waiting to die
And I can sense
The hours slipping by
Tonight