Here is one that I wrote in the earliest hours of our engagement in Iraq in 1990/1.
memory of war
a sound of drums
beating in the distance
a smell of death
in the air
the blinding sun
sets low in the sky
another day passed
another to come
the soldiers are awake
at the break of dawn
they prepare to fight
for the freedom of all
gunfire ringing in the air
a clinging memory
to those
who were there
november 6, 1990
a sound of drums
beating in the distance
a smell of death
in the air
the blinding sun
sets low in the sky
another day passed
another to come
the soldiers are awake
at the break of dawn
they prepare to fight
for the freedom of all
gunfire ringing in the air
a clinging memory
to those
who were there
november 6, 1990