wounded

After a while, they start landing some relief in helicopters, and I guess the napalm bomb have frightened away the gooks. They must of figured that if we was willing to do that to ourselves, then what the hell would we of done to them? They taking the wounded out of there, when along come Sergeant Kranz, hair all singed off, clothes burnt up, looking like he just got shot out of a cannon.

One dead body required two men either to bury it or to transport it to the rear. A wounded soldier, on the other hand, immobilized five men for an indeterminate amount of time; and who knew whether it was even worth the effort.

We're only lucky enough to see the wonders of nature's canyons because they're gracious enough to show us the places they've been damaged.

I asked myself only when he needed my help, "How will the broken heal the wounded?

The wounded recognized the wounded.

A stricken tree, a living thing, so beautiful, so dignified, so admirable in its potential longevity, is, next to man, perhaps the most touching of wounded objects.

I decry the injustice of my wounds, only to look down and see that I am holding a smoking gun in one hand and a fistful of ammunition in the other.

You better not be touched by love; you are living peacefully. But if you do, you better not be left by it. Because The Wounded in love is only shreds of heart scattered. Even if you manage to regain your heart, you will never be that peaceful person again. Such is the curse of love.

For the moment, everything had disappeared: the church, the battle, the screams and shouts and the rumble of limber wheels along the rutted road through Freehold. There wasn't anything but her and him, and he opened his eyes to look on her face, to fix it in his mind forever.

A wounded lover is more dangerous than a coward army.

I have noticed that doctors who fail in the practice of medicine have a tendency to seek one another's company and aid in consultation.

But he was wounded, and tired, and winter was still upon him.

To know a man properly, you must know the shape of his hurt - the specific wound around which his person has been formed like a scab.

You've been away a long time. Were you lost?' He sounds lost himself, half strangled and fighting to stay conscious.'Wounded, not lost,' I tell him, but I do feel lost.

A few days later, Tuesday quietly crossed our apartment as I read a book and, after a nudge against my arm, put his head on my lap. As always, I immediately checked my mental state, trying to assess what was wrong. I knew a change in my biorhythms had brought Tuesday over, because he was always monitoring me, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Breathing? Okay. Pulse? Normal. Was I glazed or distracted? Was I lost in Iraq? Was a dark period descending? I didn't think so, but I knew something must be wrong, and I was starting to worry...until I looked into Tuesday's eyes. They were staring at me softly from under those big eyebrows, and there was nothing in them but love.

Give it air & let the scar on your soul reveal itself, because, like the body, it too was made to heal itself.

I wouldn't mindif life left me...winglessburnt to cindersripped by stormsscattered...like weedscelestially woundedwithout cherry blossomsto perish withbut I would crywith head held in my handsif it left me...unfulfilled.

So... Dell had been a good boy with bad friends. I knew this _ I used to be one of them. I__ always known Dell would disappear one day; he was too decent, too golden. This place never tainted that, and I don__ know why. He made me feel dirty. Dark and corrupt. It hadn__ always that way, and I don__ know when it changed... but I felt it now. I only knew I couldn__ hold onto him tight enough to stop those long legs carrying him away somewhere better. A day__l come when everybody__ had you and nobody wants you anymore... As Dell drove Erin away in their rent-a-car from the Holiday Inn into the early evening traffic, I felt the walls closing in, the world swelling around me, and I knew that day had finally come. Tomorrow, I leave Paradise. It__ true. Shanise was right.I turned away as the car disappeared up the slushy street. That was the last time I saw them alive.