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Another War Time after time he bolted upright in bed, still asleep, and shouted orders to his men. "Take cover" "Prepare to fire" "Take that hill" "They're coming" In his thousand yard stare he had visions of war, carnage, suffering, and Hell. His emotional turmoil a result of killing and facing the fear of his own death sentence. Buried deep in his subconscious lived a mind-field of stimulants that shattered the line between sanity and madness. War re-defines our moral fiber, polluting the mind with a deadly infection, our inhumanity to man. He came home with two purple hearts, a bronze and silver star. But he did come home. On his death bed he whispered to me, "I won't go to heaven because I have committed murder." The war? Korea The soldier? My husband |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Jillian K Sorenson On Date: 2005-10-05 01:46:08
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.60714
A very sad tribute to this heroic man who lived guiltily for the rest of his life. It's an excellently structured poem that almost doesn't need the last couplet, but it is good anyways with it. I feel this is a personal piece (or at least it reads like one, so if it is fiction you've done an excellent job) so I will not comment further. Nicely done.