Poem -
Youth.
Youth.
Lee.
Once, we were young men, far away from home; far, far away, dreaming of girls and glory.
Smoking 20-a-day;
Coughing-up lungs, sand, doubt and fear,
Without an answer to the recurring thought in my mind, "what am I doing here?"
I still feel the sun, I hid from it; the cruel, Afghan sun which shined too brightly for some;
bleaching their youth, making them old, aging them a hundred years a
day,
Yet their tomorrow never came.
"They'll be forever young," is callously said.
Instead of finding old age, these men cast long shadows;
finding rocks, dust, and gaping holes in the hearts of those back home:
To be mourned in private,
Alive in memories and memories alone.
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Comments
Raw, sad, and real. The youth robbed, the right to grow old, denied. The ones left behind are (included you)Ā haunted by memoriesā¦of war.
I am sorry! I truly Am.Ā
BernadeteĀ
Thank you for the read, your honest thoughts and opinions and feelings regards this piece, Bernadete.ā¤ļøš
A true reality of a young soldier or indeed any soldier, your emotions as ever dear Lee, come through with enormoty and the imagery and even smell in this one, particularly from the cigarettes, it's a tragedy that any one has to go to war, or they die, or come home with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome which is invisible to the outside world that they then have to live with for the rest of their lives. An incredible tragedy that even today we are right there in the middle of it all. AĀ Superb piece of poetry, that gives pride dignity and admiration to our Brave soldiers that keep us in a free world. I just would like a world where soldiers could just be home and safe and living the lives they deserve. ā¤ļøĀ I have total respect for this.
finding rocks, dust, and gaping holes in the hearts of those back home:
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