The White School House

This is what I learn from John in the ops room

on the morning of my day off – that dismounted patrols,

attempting to clear Taliban from among the rock walls

and grapevines west of Kandahar City, have been ambushed

near a school house.

The Taliban take three lives. Then they take one more

when an RPG slams into the side of an armoured carrier

on its way to the fight.

Later that day I learn that they are now in the midst

of falling back. Us – not them. It’s surreal

to be told of this. Taliban in their flip flops

causing our 21st century war machines

to run backwards. Back across the river,

is how John puts it, pushing pins into a map

somewhere south of Arghandab – To get us

the fuck out of there.