Placing

Placing

Placing plaque stones, to sustain our memories, sometimes we wish to bury them deep

enough to erase from our minds, because the pain feels so bad,

 where past tense and present tense can’t decipher and the soldiers still wake up from a Sniper,

 we think of what they go through

and try to translate, but I wonder if it hurts more coming from war, and you can still hear the

rubble, and screaming from a friend, running with him on your back, on a road that looked

as if it has no end.

 It just extended before you until the bullet crushed your hope of saving a friend.

Life flashes at you his smile, his laugh, and family back home and how you joked about marrying

His sister, how he did not make it to know that it was true, with a broken voice you told him he replied with a gasp, now your placing a plaque stone, in loving memory of him, only your memory is grim.

You read his last note that read Brad write this on my placing stone:

Solders of great bravery, but no escape do we need to send them to war anymore? Or shall we continue to place plaque stones, stating his name, king and country.