The Horrors of War
The war ate his dreams It whisked him away in its grisly jaws Chewed his ambitions, Scarfed down his fears, and gobbled his hopes. It spit out a number, Spit out a statistic, covered in blood, and wiped it up with a plaque. one of the many, too many to process, killed without hesitation. By men just like him, separated by a flag, separated by a border. Lost in the sea of time. But he didn’t go without a fight. He led his troops through thick and thin, Calm and rough, day and night. remained calm under fire. His Heroism saved lives. And he will not be forgotten. |