From dreamy days of our lost, yearning youth
we strode, like lions, down the trail of truth.
But ‘neath the silent starlight’s million suns
we shivered at the savage sounding guns.
They proudly pounded, pelted, till we bled.
(slight soldiers, who for more than war were bred)
Together, lost, long light-years from our home,
we laughed and larked beneath a darkling dome.
Too tough or tired to turn to timid tears,
we fought, but we fought more our frenzied fears!
Our languid lines, with fingers froze, we wrote.
“Those sentences,” the Sarge said, “sugar-coat!”
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Dear Blue
This is a wonderful dedication to your grandfather, my grandfather and great grandfather fought in WW1-2, I lost my great grandfather in WW1 I never knew him. other family members fought in Korea, Vietnam and I have family still serving.
I can see nothing to edit, and I can't pick favourite lines I think they're all amazing.
Bravo!
Kind Regards Seren/Jayne x
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Thank you, Seren, for your kind comments and feedback on my poor little rhymes. My grandfather was a stretcher bearer in the war. I remember him telling me all about his experiences in the war when I was a child. I only wish I'd have asked him more! Again, many thanks.
In my days...
as both a N.A. and a taxi driver, I had come across many soldiers, that told their tales. One question I always asked, was.
"Was being in war like you thought it was going to be?" To a man, they answered NO! None of them expected to die or be injured, [they knew it was possible, but expected to be okay]. Most had never seen a dead body, [leastwise one killed in a violent manner] and they had never lost friends to enemy fire. They all thought that they would be welcomed home as heroes and that they were fighting for someone or something that was worth fighting for. Only some of them were convinced of that after they came home. Vietnam veterans were especially subject to a vitriolic homecoming and denunciations of "baby-killers."
Your poem brought home the views of many of those soldiers. This piece of yours is well written, with good, plain language, the pace moves right along, and I found the theme interesting. You may like a poem I wrote some time ago, about the Nepalese monks and their views on war. https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/i-couldnt-help-myself-so-i-helpe… ~ Geezer.
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Your poem
I checked out your poem and gave you some feedback.
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Many thanks, Kat. I appreciate your kind comments and feedback on my poor little rhymes.
dear Blue,
I lost friends to Vietnam and one boyfriend. he went AWOL. I really like your poem, for it is full of information. my favorite lines are:
Too tough or tired to turn to timid tears,
we fought, but we fought more our frenzied fears!
Our languid lines, with fingers froze, we wrote.
“Those sentences,” the Sarge said, “sugar-coat!”
I'd be interested to read your thoughts on those who abandoned their country and fellow soldiers.
*hugs, Cat
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Many thanks, C. I was sorry to learn of the friends you lost in that war.('Nam) Being English and living in the UK I don't have the experience of what it was like for the soldiers coming home from that war. All I've heard is how they were abused and bad-mouthed by a lot of people who were against the war. Soldiering is such a thankless task though whatever the country you're from. Again, many thanks for your kind comments on my poor little rhymes.