Musings of An Errant Scribe
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…
This poem appears in the 2018 Spring issue of Veteran’s Voices, page 27 By Tom Reilly, Sgt. U.S. Army, Vietnam 1969-70 We said good-bye, I left for war, We pledged too much to hump that far. Come back the boy you are today. I hope…
