on belatedly hearing of an old friend's death
A simple 18-year-old
Pennsylvania kid.
He volunteered
to lead a patrol
down a heavily
mined road.
Gifts were exchanged.
He gave them
half a left leg
and a whole
right foot.
They gave him a
shining silver star
in a beribboned box.
A few moments
of congratulations
before whiskey, drugs
and homelessness ensued.
The hero's life.
Now he is dead,
the medal long pawned.
Life can be merciless
even for the brave.
No part of this story
means anything.
~mce
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
on belatedly hearing of an old friend's death
A simple 18-year-old
Pennsylvania kid.
He volunteered
to lead a patrol
down a heavily
mined road.
Gifts were exchanged.
He gave them
half a left leg
and a whole
right foot.
They gave him a
shining silver star
in a beribboned box.
A few moments
of congratulations
before whiskey, drugs
and homelessness ensued.
The hero's life.
Now he is dead,
the medal long pawned.
Life can be merciless
even for the brave.
No part of this story
means anything.
~mce
