Door Gunner
Cacophonous roar of whirring rotor blades over my head
Drowned out by my fire-breathing thunderous gun of
dread
Red clay broiling-earth explodes in
fifty-caliber-death onslaught
How many hearts and minds have young soldiers’ demise
bought?
All innocent lives lost could never be counted
Fat-cats got richer as the blood dollars mounted
Myriad freedom-flights over the hot red brick oven
Our armored machines rained hellfire from above ’em
Crimson mud splatters from a gunner’s bullets flying
Young lives wasted while pernicious-politicos kept
lying
Away from all war, at home I’d much rather be
Any duty performed, prolongs this hated insanity
My heart tears asunder as black body bags pile near
A nobody claims fame from innocent blood spilled here
When the game is called by politicians most rotten
The bravest of the courageous are quickly forgotten
They donned the uniform and didn’t complain
A hero unnoticed lives in his spirit-soul’s pain
Salve national guilt with a cold granite black wall
Names etched in blood recalls “Honor” stands tall
Plus:
Day 197
Everywhere we go
in Columbia, someone is always calling out,
“Hi! Mrs.
Schuler!” Candy’s teaching career has followed her.
Seems
that wherever we go, a restaurant, a shopping mall, any public venue, someone
will come up to my Lady Candice Leah with a smiling salutation, a warm hug and
a brief reunion.
At such interludes, I simply slink away off
into some remote corner and wait for the meeting to end. When I come back, I ask
with curiosity, already guessing the answer, “Who was that?”
With a final wistful glance in the direction
of the fleeting delightfully- acceptable interruption, my Lady will smile,
lamentingly, and reply, “Oh! That was ‘so ’so from 6th grade.”
Quite
an impression Candy makes on people; she sure enough made a “positive” one on
me!
Everybody loves my Candy-girl! A most pleasing
“Amen!” to that sentiment! It continues!
Thank You! Lord!
For Your blessing!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Hello! Miss Candy”
Memories!
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