Calculating The Odds Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Calculating The Odds



while cowering
inside a sandbagged bunker
i was thinking about the odds
of taking a direct hit during
the attack.
i roughly figured
the base is approximately
one square mile large
divided by oh, let's say
20 rockets and or mortars
every minute for the duration
of the attack.
i figured the odds
to be 100% that we were going
to take a direct hit.

i was wrong.
we didn't take a direct hit.

I had forgotten to factor in
an important equation
that affected my calculations.

stress.

oh well,
i was never good at math anyway.

3-23-1968

Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: War
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