Crunchy ice encrusted leather boots.
Crystals of snowy particles invade the nostrils of his nose.
The torrential blizzard whips through his weary bones.
All he wants it to go home.
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i can swear i actually saw a soldier walking around a war zone as i read your poem! it is a touchy one with such good details! loved it! very well Em!