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In my scouting days, we always had
a lesson on survival when lost
in the woods.
We starred our way to true north
from the erring needle of the compass.
We measured the height of a tree
from an angle drawn between a pencil's length
and thumb and foreļ¬nger stretched ninety degrees.
But nobody in our troop knew the jungle,
the desert,
or how to stay the course when
the green lid of a sarcophagus
closed around them at Khe Sanh
or the tiger bite of a sandstorm
pierced their blue-blocker eyegear
in the run from the border up into Baghdad.
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