Here is a poem that I just wrote as I have encountered the US military in the last week.
Faces
The loose wrinkled skin of the World War II vet
Each line betraying the years
The remnants of a handsome chiseled face lurking below
He commands great dignity and respect.
The scraggly big beard of the Vietnam War vet
Greasy looking hair pulled back by a bandanna
Deep creases showing an age older than reality
He has learned to survive.
The smoothly shaven skin of the young soldier
Hair buzzed short and neat
Each feature remarkably clear
He is eager to fight and full of pride.
Each face brings the question:
What is his story hidden behind?
Each face brings the question:
What has been his sacrifice?
Each face brings the question:
Was it worth it - to fight for peace?
Each face, with its story and sacrifice
Demands one to reflect.
- LM, January 2008-
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