he was a brave soldier
none would disagree
he ran into the wind of battle
over and over marred and torn
half fed battered with rifle worn
calloused bleeding hands
eye to eye faced them close
did not know their names
he wished he had
they are gone never known
the last battle was the same for him
time has past it was long ago
the dust does not discriminate
some deeds remembered some not;
some words were said
Joseph Phillip De Marco
© an hour ago, Joseph Phillip De Marco
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