Gone a Soldier

January, beckons the army
February, joining the infantry
March, with a bride in church
April, young wife looking frail
May, new life well on the way
June, whistling a fatherly tune
July, days passing rapidly by
August, feeling down and lost
September, a marching order
October, consumed by his fear
November, home now a cadaver
December, darkest time of year.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Mac Donald Avatar
August 24, 2008 at 6:22 AM
Well thought out and written, Wilfredo. Joys and adversities of a year in this soldier's life. Touching, for the life of a soldier is not as a pawn on a chessboard. Gratitude goes out to all these souls, for they have chosen a selfless duty. Love how this piece is written...like a diary. The last two lines impact the others. Heartwrenchiing for the ones who will be without this soul. War and politics, in both we wish for the best. Both are a tough row to hoe. God bless you and yours..Mikki
Chamma Avatar
July 17, 2008 at 1:49 PM
A great write Fred... Thank you for sharing..I hope all is well young once :) TYOne, Farah
Babcock Avatar
July 14, 2008 at 10:21 PM
We all hear of this kind of tale. Done in a unique way using all of the months on the calendar. Excellent. God Bless Phyl
Winter Avatar
July 14, 2008 at 7:09 AM
Gosh Fred, this was powerful. Extremely upsetting, but point well made. Clever and creative use of the months of the year in your poem. Depressing in its truth. Well done. Love, Shar
Jordan Avatar
July 14, 2008 at 3:30 AM
I liked the way you laid out the poems by the months - I have a son in Iraq - I sure hope he comes home unharmed - blessings to you always
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