one expedition found a key

from one of our iron rations

this was real evidence

it showed we were there

why would a fly boy eat our chow?

they ate in hotels served by waiters

those were army iron rations

eaten by us in the trenches

but food aside

we had one thing in common

we all hated the japs

we fought against the japs

but they won in the end

we went inland

away from the coast

do you see the mountain there?

we gotta climb that

up we went

we found a crashed american plane

and the pilot

we buried him by the wreck near a big tree
we found his wallet with a calling card

we were the last to see him for decades

his location became a mystery

so many looked for him and his plane

the lost american air ace

who defended bataan from the japs

over a dozen teams and expeditions

they found his nemesis first

the smashed jap plane and pilot
Poetic T Feb 23
The bleached headers collect on this
sea of silence, words collecting memories
                  of names now wilted and silent.

But we remember these crests of white frozen on
the fields of shattered dreams, dormant reminders
                           that not all names are still spoken.

Nerveless there are still waves of regrets
                  and honour for fallen impressions.
Buried beneath the sea of green, our future granted.
Terry Collett Feb 20
It was a blood bath,
you had no other concept
than that, the beach bloodied,

the waves lifting the bodies
of the dead soldiers up further
on the shore, then lifting them

back towards the sea again,
the constant sound
of machinegun fire, explosions

of shells or mines, cries
of the wounded and dying,
and you attempting to help

the ones lying there,
with whatever medical aid
you could, ducking gunfire,

hearing the whistling bullets
passing by or the sickening
thud of smacked bodies,

the sense of Hell, smell of sin,
sight of death and destruction,
and you there, one amongst

so many, knowing far away
other people in peaceful places
get on with their lives in their

day to day way, unlike these
others and you on this bloodied
beach and untranquil bay.
Eric Fraley Jan 31
I've risen up from the bottom
I’ve free fallen from the top
I'm down to earth
But the free fall never stopped
I was eventually battered by the waves
Hit my head on the rocks
I drifted for days
I awoke surrounded by the ocean so misty and clouded in this grayish haze
Just like the sea
I felt sometimes so clear blue and so free
Then sometimes I felt as deep and as black as could be
The world had cast me away because I had questioned its wars
I had questioned its ways
Once again
The silver lining that had been behind this life had withered and frayed

As I looked around
Bullets began to stray
The ocean was flipped upside down
The sea floor became a battleground
Barbed wire raised
The ditches sunk
The scene unfolded into a battlefront
But that grayish haze didn't change
You couldn't mistake the sound  

The struggles

The shouts

The whizz of the bullets

The doubts

The moments of silence

I’m thrown back by the sight

The bloodshed

The violence

The sound and sight of artillery shells as they shatter the ground
Covered by the ash strewed grass
Once again
I'm thrown back
I was battered by the blast
I hit my head on a rock
Out cold
No longer than three minutes I'd last. . .
Bled out on the already blood stained grass

They arrived with a letter after only a day passed
My mother. . .
Her heart shattered like glass
My father. . .
To his knees he collapsed
An honorable death in the letter somewhere it read
But so many words left unsaid

Wasted life
Jesus Christ
What a pointless sacrifice
Sleepless nights
Sorrow filled flicker of the candle lights
Devastating letters to family. . .

Just wait till’ dad sees. . .

The 21 guns salute
The flag strewn casket

Inside his son. . .

Who he, himself, taught to shoot a gun at 6 years young
Lil’ sis’ still can't grasp it
Too young to understand the senselessness of a topic so sensitive

There truly is no sense in this
Our patriotic grievances
With all these wars and smothered grins
I wonder if anyone actually still believes in sins
I myself no longer see the light
I try so hard to catch another glimpse
I once saw it as a young boy
But then I grew up
The shadow of the real world was too immense
So it died out back then
I haven't seen it since

The human race
The United States
Says it strives for peace
Yet the world’s becoming more and more of a crazy place
They think being capable of the most destruction keeps us safe
Yet it's dangerous so they develop destructive weapons behind closed gates

The sins of humanity are clearly pointed out in our history
We've had two world wars soon to be three. . .

Undoubtedly. . .

Guess Planet Earth is now a wars world
It is this that makes the world so unworldly

One race

One world

Divided we've always stood
Divided we'll inevitably fall
Tripped over our own two feet
Caught up in the waves when our engines stall

Capsized by the waves of our history. . .

Sometimes so clear blue and so free
Then sometimes as deep and black as could be

History's developing a pattern so sink or swim won't matter
A shadow over our own people we so easily cast
Drowned in the darkness
Caused by the ignorance so easily hidden and masked
Caused by the heartless
So oblivious to the past
It's now just a matter of how long we can hold our breath
How long we'll last

One thousand years won't save our lives
But thousands of lives can be saved for a lifetime if we understand the fact that...

Wars don't determine who is right...

Only who is left
Only who is left to fight another day
It's sad to say
So sad to see
Wish these soldiers could come home and live happily

But when they close their eyes they see their brothers in arms meet their demise

Again and again and they beg and they beg

“Please god when does it end! ”

"What do you want from me? ”

"If it was only me and not them! "

“Why couldn't you have saved my friends? ”

“They were clearly the better men.”

They had wives
They had children
They had lives
Now what fills in?

A flag in a glass case
Right above the fireplace
A picture frame of their smiling face
An angel lost to amazing grace

A silent dinner table . . .

An empty space. . .

A whole future. . .

A whole life. . .

Gone and erased. . .

Lost to The Waves of War
Akshay Dec 2017
The war, the cry,
Few are hurt and few die,
The scars remind, that their worth is like,
Diamond that shines, but only some can buy,
Strong and bold.
Scars they told, is what makes them feel alive,
So much pride, for the country they'd die,
For all it's worth, they're glad to serve.
For all the soldiers out there, we're glad to have you.
Samantha DeMaria Dec 2017
Not too long ago someone told me,
"The bravest soldiers I know are poets.
They have the courage define their emotions,
sharing them with the world."
I believe this to be an eternal truth
Kay Dec 2017
War is not just guns and a battlefield.

War is never-ending.
War happens anywhere.
War can occur in your house.
War, War, War…

Death is not just a rotting corpse that smells like three week old sushi.

Death is heartbreak,
Death is failure.
Death can occur in your house.
Death, Death, Death…

Making enemies is not just hating a person.

Making enemies is a death sentence.
Making enemies is a disgrace
Making enemies can occur in your house.

No matter location, biome, temperature, gender, race, or religion
You do not stand for the hate and bigotry around you

This is not just soldiers.
This is organizations, politicians, hate groups and more.
This is people.
This is our world.
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Maddie Oct 2017
In the fight for our country,
Forever in war.
Hands over their hearts,
There lives they swore.

Gun shots fire,
The horrible sound.
The brave men howl,
Another one down.

And now the field,
Is covered in red.
The trumpet plays,
As we bow our heads.

They sacrificed themselves,
Were forever in debt
We will remember them.
Lest we forget

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