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~ Friendly Fire ~
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Friendly Fire

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How many times do we hear of individuals killed, wounded, loss of arms, loss of legs, loss of the ability to think, to speak, to feel, to move. Ordnances, grids as they call it, military warfare, not only does this occur when a bullet is fired from a musket or a cannon, a rifle or a pistol, a missile, a rocket but many times this friendly fire comes from the tip of our tongues as with the firing of a musket, the firing of a rifle, pistol, missile, cannon. Once the bullet, the weapon of destruction, of dismemberment, of total annihilation is fired as off the tip of ones tongue this bullet, this volley of musket shots, this slash of the sword, this penetration of the spear, this penetrating of the arrow point as like with words, cuts, cuts very deeply into the flesh, the heart, the Soul, the mind, the Spirit of the one that has been struck down by this word or words, the insides are no less damaged. The heart is blown into a million pieces, the mind destroyed, many times permanently but always in one way or another permanently scarred and with the individual firing this shot, this word, these words from their mouth which is as the muzzle, the weapon of war as with a missile.

The cannon ball cannot be called back, you cannot reach out and grasp it with your hand or suck it back into your mouth. Friendly fire occurs between two forces supposedly on the same side, mistaking the other for an enemy, an aggressive and attacking enemy. These volleys of words fired in anger, the hurt or pain from the muzzle of the body, the mouth the firing pin. The tongue has fired this weapon, this weapon of destruction, this word, this bullet, unlike the cannonball, unlike the bullet, unlike the missile. The musket shot generally only devastates one portion of the recipients body, it takes off an arm or a leg, pierces the heart in total mortality, pierces the lungs, the brains, unlike these weapons of war in the battlefield, these ordnances where when struck causes blood to flow, flesh to be cut, puncture wounds in the flesh.

Words are no more different, except the scars are internal, they cannot be sewn up, sutured as with some friendly fire on a true battlefield. Many times these scars over time disappear leaving no remembrance of the accidental mistaken identify of the friendly troops that were fired upon. The bleeding of the wound inflicted by the sword, the arrows, the lances, the bullets from the mouth, the muzzle of the body from the tip of ones tongue causes not the tears from the eyes to flow but the tears from the Soul, the very depths of our inward being to flow not the red blood that flows through the body that furnishes nourishment to the flesh and to the organs within but these word missiles, these bullets, these word arrows, lances, swords. The wounds that they inflict cause red ink of the Spirit to spill out. There is no transfusion to replace this red ink, there are sometimes if the individual that has fired this shot which cannot be called back as a bullet from the muzzle of a gun, sometimes this individual wishes to call back the word or words spoken in anger or hurt or pain.

The person, the individual firing this devastating word, these disabling words may come to the aid of the one that has been wounded, the one who is bleeding, the red ink from the soul, the one whose tears from the soul are flowing. If this individual is truly sorry, is truly apologetic for this accidental firing, this misunderstanding, this misunderstood co-ordinance or grid says, I am sorry. This apology should be accepted as with on the battlefield with true weapons of warfare mistakenly fired in the direction of friendly troops. Supposedly being on the same side, supposedly working together, supposedly of one team, all they can do, they cannot call back that bullet, that word, that combination of words. All they can do is to say I am sorry, I misunderstood you, I mistook you for the enemy and as you dropped and fell in the pool of your red ink from your Spirit, in the tears from your Soul. I realized that I had fired upon one that I love.

Most generally in anger or pain or hurt they come to the aid of their fallen friend, their companion, their comrade, their mate and in most cases this friendly fire is between two individuals that have a closeness much, much deeper then troops on a training mission or troops on the battlefield. Troops during war that do not have the depth of this love, the fallen mate if not mortally wounded, mortally wounded has an option. This fallen comrade, this fallen friend, companion may look into the eyes of the one firing those volleys with words from the muzzle of their mouth, the firing pin of their tongue has the option of receiving and accepting this apology. If given from the depths of the heart, the emotions, the thoughts, the mind, the Soul, the Spirit and yes even the flesh, the body in which all of these things dwell.

If this individual loves and cherishes this friendship, this love, this companionship, this unity, will accept this apology, will forgive no matter how much red ink they have spilled. How much the volume of tears from the soul they have shed, no matter how deeply the saber, the sword has cut into their guts, their heart though blown into a million pieces will fuse itself back together into an organ of breathing capabilities. The mind accepts this apology, this I am sorry, I mistook you for an enemy and I fired without thinking, the one firing, I apologize, I am sorry, I am sorry, never, never ever to fire this friendly fire upon this fallen mate, companion, friend, never ever again. This friend, companion, lover, this mate can and should take the apology, the I am sorry as sincere and should not only forgive the mistaken identify of themselves as the enemy or a miscalculation of the fallen individual's location with the line of fire. Should accept the apology, should forgive, should forget, should between the two of them, the one that fired the volley from the mouth, the muzzle, the tip of the tongue, the firing pin, the fallen one, the one that bled the red ink of the Spirit, the tears from the Soul, the one whose guts were literally strewn throughout and onto the ground, the one whose heart was exploded into a million pieces, the one whose mind and lungs were blown almost to oblivion.

The fallen one should accept and forgive and forget and be rest assured that this would not happen again. We should all, all of us, one and all take note of the fact that as a rifle shot, a musket volley, the swath of a sword, the driven dagger, the firing of a missile, the firing of a cannon is no more unlike the firing of a deadly or very injurious word or volley or words from the muzzle of the mouth and the firing pin tip of the tongue. Do not, do not ever mistake your friend, your companion, your mate, your lover, one that means the very most to you for the enemy. You could lose that loved one, the one that is one with you, the one never ever to be replaced by firing from the mouth, from the tongue these word bullets once fired never to be called back, to be stopped but to cause injury either of mortality or very possibly life injury.

Watch, watch what you say, what direction you fire those volleys. You could hit someone very special to your heart, your mind, your Soul, your Spirit and of the flesh. You could strike that individual, watch your tongue, do not let it be a weapon of war, let it be a voice of love..

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"Think About It"