Poems from Danisoccer1
There are secrets—Well, there are always secrets.
But there are secrets that lie in wait for me. They lie just below the surface.
They hide...
I have a bad habit of developingbad habits.
Like kissing the sad boy with pretty blue eyes,or lighting a cigarette in the bathroom at work,...
In the field, on your toes, eyes always open.Blink, you're dead. Sneeze, your platoon is dead.(Be the perfect soldier — no mistakes.)...