I hate when politicians, who never served under arms, drag out the families of those in uniform who died in faraway places. It is a despicable and shameless pimping to use people like that. This I wrote tonight.
War Games
At night I hear
The sounds
From the perimeter
Echos of the past
Ricashay inside my head
Shrapnel rattles around my brain
Wounding the mind
Another round
Concussions of memory
I stand my post but
Wonder when
I will be over ran
The mission never ends
Conflicts are forever
Modern wars are never won
Fools lead us from the rear
And patriots cheer us
From their easy chairs
Give maudlin eulogies
Beware the suits
And cuff linked wrists
Of weak chinned men
I will they not
Be the death of me
Nor make of me a flag draped spectacle
I will we not leave our casualties behind
But carry them on our shoulders to safety
Beyond the wire
And fly home
