He stands amid
The ruins and death
Blood upon his hands
Alcohol on his breath.
He looks to his uniform
Tattered and torn
A symbol of death
To the bodies strewn.
Layed at his feet
Is this glory or shame
Is the guilt his own
Or politicians to blame ?
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
The guilt, I believe should be shared - although in some instances, for some individuals economic disadvantage initially kicked them into the armed services.
Question well posed.
you are correct, poverty is a big draw
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