Thought I'd write down some of my thoughts. I believe that if we are going to send soldiers off to foreign places to engage in combat, then the rest of us should be in the same mindset. That is, we are fighting a war, but we live as if nothing is happening other than shopping, football games and the like. We all participate, or none of us participates, that what I say.
A YOUNG SOLDIER COMING HOME.
I see the lovely birds all around me.
I see a fine soldier, a young man with years before him,
coming home with no legs.
He smiles, he is upbeat,
funny how morphine can ease pain.
The summer flowers, nature's show for all to see.
Scented, beautiful.
I see the doors open,
out comes a soldier, only a boy,
joined the marines to make proud
those who know him.
But now he is missing an eye and part of his jaw.
What a road ahead that awaits him.
The beautiful waterfall cascades,
cool water, a loud noise.
The mist cools the air,
the sweet smell of the evergreens.
The sight fills one's senses.
The world is quite beautiful, isn't it?
Six soldiers, ramrod straight,
straddle the red, white, and blue
that covers the body of a precious man.
Someone's son, someone's father,
brother, friend, uncle, lover.
Now gone, committed to the ages.
The click of shoes, the sound of the retreat,
as his bearers gently, reverently bring him home.
Silenced the laughter,
the eyes to see beauty all around.
gone forever the laugh of youth.
Soon to be laid to rest.
The beautiful sky above, blue,
clear, the heaven above.
The conflict within cannot be resolved.
And so it is on this snowy Monday morning.
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