I share with you something special.
My friend reached out to me in hopes of not necessarily putting his demons to rest, but to honor his comrades who have been put to rest.
May God bless them. Thank you for your service. We won’t forget your sacrifice…
‘he won’t leave his men behind’
his pen dropped…
than the shells
littering the landscape;
riddling his conscious
on their boots march footless
on, on cleaving the fog of war
lost the cadence;
not upon his ears
unseen he toils breathless
brothers’ weight upon shoulders
their sacrifice pinned in purple
held fast across his heart.
a poem for an anonymous reader and their pain…
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