I hungered for our lost relationship.
A conversation was all I got.
There s no permenance in war
Grab what you can and go.
The guy you met yesterday
Has no arms today.
His friend joined him, lost both legs.
This is the hell of war.
And then when it's over
Your hell just begins.
Your mind is full of slaughter
And friends dying as you talked.
Regis
Ron
Love ya!
Jane