Desert

I am a
Young man
Studying war in
The desert the supply
Problems transport sand
Mud and the mirage that hides
A dug in tank or an anti-tank gun
How sand storms can remove
The paint from metal and
The heat cause failure
In machinery radios
Weapons and men
All problems from
WW2 but useful
In some future
War as the
Desert is
Without
Pity or
Remorse.
Little mistakes
Cause big problems.
Yet I am fond of a desert
Despite all the biting
Harassing stinging
Critters because
The desert has
A calm beauty
A serenity at
Times and
Solitude
Under
So many
Stars never
Seen elsewhere.
I stand gazing at the
Milky Way above in awe.