Young Soldier

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Truth Troubles

Young Soldier

When we were young did we not all play

Pretending to be generals and sergeants

In our backyards or barns filled with hay

President Mom calling a truce,

To fill our bellies with hot biscuits and ham

No foul, no harm, no spills I guess

When young, is not time and the world

Our personal sandbox full of new thrills

17 who can now say that I am not a man

Jungles and deserts I now low crawl

With M-16 with 203 in my hand

I hold my breath and tweak my sight

With one finger the trigger I quietly squeeze

One less breath, one less man

As the earth inhales their blood

To me one more notch, one more trophy

As his last breath leaves with the wind

Is there blood on your conscience

For the blood on your hands

Not knowing your temple

Is the target

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8 Comments

  1. Wow brotha Ron, this was very pro-active (but in a good way) It’s true as little kids we play all types of war games, which in peace time is not frowned on, but in war time it’s taboo in a way. I remember you saying you were in the military as a young man, were you in infantry?

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