Like thunder and lightning striking in the dead of night
with it's bloody hand the arty came.
And as dawn's first light fell across the murdered land
we found our friends,
some of long and some of short duration,
all lay about in destruction.
The dead mourn those left behind for the broken hearts they endure
but also take comfort that their loved ones will never know the pain, the utter horror that hides behind the words,
"Killed in Action".
Steven-What a beautiful poem.....My father was stationed overseas. He would not talk about it. Your poem helps us all to grieve. Thank you........Kahlia
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Thank you Kahlia. I experienced war and writing this poem and many others, helps me to live with the images I still carry with me.
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"Killed in Action". - How confusing words.
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