Hardcover helmet, camouflage

To disguise and protect from enemy barrage

Uniform of deep green and just as worn

As comrades' weather-beaten faces forlorn

Humping supply pack and canteen

And a walking stick upon which to lean



Yet more than that he bore

In his being to the very core

The extinguished lives of the fallen

And the anguished cries of their kin

This through jungle and swampland he ferried

Eternal, these are the things he carried

  • Author: Stormy Day (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 20th, 2011 12:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: The last line of this poem is a reference to a very moving book I read on the Vietnam War, The Things They Carried, by Tim O'Brien.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Dolphine29

    So true the last part. And I hope one day wars will be no more, I hope ppl start to be aware and have understanding instead of resentment and hate. Well I hope.

  • Anna

    This poem is true.
    I hate wars, by the way. And I don't understand why we and others start them- all they cause is destruction and sadness...
    Beautiful poem.

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