He tried to make sense
An argument hard to make
Losses and gains
A hard feeling to fake.
He saw the young men come
And he saw them go
Watching the procession
Move ever so slow.
He saw them live
He also watched as they died
Family and friends left behind
And the tears they cried.
Worth the cost
The answer was no longer clear
He saw uncertainty
He also saw fear.
The relief was seen
When it came their turn
Somehow escaping
A lesson to learn.
A pad a paper
And his pen
The horrors that he wrote of
Again and again.
But when he left
He scrawled himself a note
Made himself a promise, a vow
War would be no longer in the
words he wrote.

(c)2010 T.LaFountain