A Soldier so young, and so far from home,
Clenches his weapon as he stands alone,
Ones he'd called his brothers, keep dying
one by one,
He prays for it be over,
But he knows it's just begun.
The letters from his family, they keep him going strong,
It's time to reload now,
The silence doesn't last that long,
The stench of burning flesh, creeps in, Now and then,
As the rain would fall for days,
In the swamps of Vietnam.
Just then he wonders,
What all this fighting is for,
Then realizes theres of answer,
To this thing that we call War.
- Authors: desertchick75
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- Finished: December 5th, 2016 06:30
- Limit: 6 stanzas
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- Comment from author about the poem: veterans of wars whom survived.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A week ago
I saw Charlie's head blow
Through the scope
I did not gloat.
Minutes later another
Feelings I tried to smother
They were only teens
Armed simply with carbines.
Guilt to self disdain
Today half my unit slain
My God am I to blame
Payback for young lives claimed?
~~~~~Augustus~~~~~~~~~~~
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