The life winked out of eyes that once saw all. Mouth slack, open in an "O" of surprise. Head canted to the left, skin mottled as the ground he lays on. Death came calling. A bullet found its mark. Thought he would live forever: he will, on shiny black granite.
Cold shivers tremle with the reading of this stark but real write. All to often this is the final ending to a soldiers young life. Thank you for reminding us Karla.
Fee
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on July 13, 2007
Times come when I think the dead are better off than we are. Victor
George
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Fee
God Bless
Michelle~
only crosshairs...
Walt
Love Tinka
Peace,
Dan
Love,
Susan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sis, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Georg