Was I young and naive when I left for war? Yes, now what? Was I shocked by what I saw? Yes, now what? Was I afraid at times? Yes, now what? Was I affected by this experience? Yes, now what? Was it a mark of…
Stepping, strutting, a soldier’s strideChin up, chest out, dress rightLeft foot beating the rhythm of our gait—Swaggering oaks, we boys wrapped in the raiment of manhoodMarching into history with bodies molded for this moment. We crowed the cadence call in one voice,Our hearing, all it…
Greetings Such cordial tidings this summons— Duty, honor, country beckon. We raised our hands, Our salute to manhood And then, we bid adieu. We came. We served. We vanished— Innocence, of course The first casualty of war And then, we vanished, again. Back to the…