The Best Burger I Ever Had

Burgers at the Airport in Baghdad

We come in gritty and stand in the line

Waiting for our turn

To go home for a few moments

A long convoy from Tikrit

Chancing injury and death

For a taste of home

We sit in the trucks

All in our own minds

I see Rob gazing

I know what he sees

He is looking into the past

With his thousand yard stare

Peering into his family and friends

And working at the tire store in Dallas

And he is home

All of us have similar images floating

Through our minds

Even the Boss is quietly reflecting

Probably about his wife and kids

And then the burgers are gone

And we gear up for another mission

Taking us further from our homes

We will never have that moment again

But that was the best burger I’ve ever had