Memorial Days

The local girls are Asian, South Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese. A few runaway Muslim chicks. War is a man-shaped demon. War is booze and guns, fistfights, Humvees and frying, flying limbs. What's a young man to do? He does it, then lives to die later. Madam Butterfly has a missile launcher. Flower-drum songs and whistling bombs, 'agent orange' sing-alongs. It’s all an edge of the grave rave. Rosie the riveter has got herself a flamethrower. Napalm blooms in the garden of sin. What's a young man to do to save you? If he makes it, if he comes through, treat him gently while he holds his head and screams or more likely, he goes quiet way too quiet. then he just might be the next explosion in your new foxhole. Local girls go and come home also, she that stayed, her long tour of duty has just begun.