Silence at Noon

He dreamt of entanglement Devoid of camouflage, ammunition, and helmet Devoid of cries from launchers and crossfires But of clinking glasses and desires.   Gallantly stomping the earth He bid his co-survivors farewell With a nostalgic mixed breath And silence for comrades that fell   His happy boots headed home Amidst surprising hoots, compassion, and […]

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