Memories of Combate
M E M O R I E S OF C O M B A T
Us older men
To war have been.
Learned our lesson
All seems senseless.
My friend who bunked
Above my head
Just two days latter
I found him dead.
Patriotism
Runs deep in me.
Send my grandsons to
War
This I can not see.
It was a butterfly knife
that took my Friend s life
Deep in the jungles
That dreadful
Fateful night.
No more memories
of combat for me.
In my later years
Buried is where
They belong to be.
Copyright © Catherine Reinke | Year Posted 2009
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