FLANDERS LAMENTED
In NAM we watched rare shrapnel bloom
no fields of poppies marked our doom.
So trusting we marched forth to save
yielding grief’s flowers at every grave.
Those alive cannot console friends who lay
in forlorn peace through out each day.
The only answer for each to die,
far from Flanders Fields do I lie.
The lighted torch in star strewn skies
no...
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