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
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Author:
Stormy Day (Pseudonym) (
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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Comments2
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.
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Dolphine
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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