Also we can say that dead soldiers are a misfortunate inconvenience which the medals dispencers aren't too much bothered with, as their say is "you can't make an omelette without broken eggs"
WWII is today ancient history, not worth mentioning the cost in lifes, so as well are Korea and Vietnam.
But not for all that were there.
A nation that forget its errors are bound to comit them all over again.
What is more precious, the conquer of Hamburger Hill or the soldiers dying to take it?
It was June 6th, 1944 and a scared soldier
just nineteen years old was going
to the assault on Omaha beach,
where all of his friend felt by bullets,
but he didn't.
It wasn't a beach paradise they were going
crammed inside the landing craft
more like a coffin made of steel,
his comrades drowned in foreign waters,
but he didn't.
Try to run with fifty pounds on your back,
dogging barbed wire and cement traps
trying to climb that damned hill,
many died entangled in those waires,
but he didn't.
All the soldiers carried on their pockets
a letter for their mothers just in case
they didn't made across that Omaha beach,
they had wrote their loving final words,
but he didn't.
Wonder of wonders, unscathed he made
the top and was pushed beyond, towards
a city named Chartres and then Paris,
where all the world went mad rejoicing,
but he didn't.
In Reims he got a glimpse of the cathedral
as they went past by a cheering city,
pushing forward, Rhine river they most reach,
where few more of his comrades felt dead,
but he didn't.
The longest days had come and gone, taking
thousands upon thousands of young soldiers
to the great beyond with it,
the world at last could smile at the freedom,
but he didn't.
The world was already forgetting
all of its dead youngsters
because others wars we most begin;
forget the fallen in Normady, Korea and Vietnam?
this old soldier couldn't, and didn't.
"Dead Soldier." I am a WWII Vet, also, although I was not in combat, so take 9 of 10 points off my score. I do read history, however. I was reading about two killers before I went into uniform. One was a guy named, Hitler, and his buddy, Stalin. (they would have killed each other if the chance came along) For conquest of neighboring countries, these two bastards, through their orders, killed millions. Not thousands, as was the price of invading Italy, Europe, and dozens of Pacific Island. Now there's a war that's not even mentioned in European history books. The goddam Japanese leaders of the 1930s and 40s were another bunch of killings animals. I did get into Hawaii and later the Philippines, and I saw enough and heard enough to make me hate three entire nations' leaders. Please not that I didn't hat the people. I hated, and wanted to see dead, the leaders who had gotten the whole world into a war.
Your poem is well written, but it looks at only a few of the persons who died in a killing world-wide war of massive proportions; millions of dear people, soldiers, sailors, marines and civilians. Your lament about soldiers does not cover the subject very well.
Thank you for your writing and your thoughts. I congratulate you as a writer and poet, and you are my friend. - Bill
You and I on the same page: that last stanza matches my own sentiments. As a veteran, I thank you for remembering, and salute you for your service; thank you, soldier, and welcome home. Most excellent!!
A poignant story about letting go of a narcissist in your life. Have you ever been attacked FULL force by a narcissist? It's the closest thing to being stabbed over and over in the back.
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excellent imagery
your words placed me there
"He didn't"
peace be with you
William
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Thanks for sharing and i salute you my poet friend,Excellent
God Bless,
Michael
Your poem is well written, but it looks at only a few of the persons who died in a killing world-wide war of massive proportions; millions of dear people, soldiers, sailors, marines and civilians. Your lament about soldiers does not cover the subject very well.
Thank you for your writing and your thoughts. I congratulate you as a writer and poet, and you are my friend. - Bill
I salute You, Poet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
You and I on the same page: that last stanza matches my own sentiments. As a veteran, I thank you for remembering, and salute you for your service; thank you, soldier, and welcome home. Most excellent!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.