Soldiers Tanka

Sacrifice beliesoriginal plan – the youngoverlook fine printsign up for adventure -warrenders them heroes – souls torn (Today, we remember those who have fallen – heroes of war.Photo mine)

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Equality

Two mothers were wefrozen in disbeliefas smoke rose Cried for the lossesfor our childrenfor a future devoidof peace Two mothershand-in-handshattered A Christianand a Muslim War destroys all dreams. (Image my own.)

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Is This War?

“War is hell.  You can’t photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear.” The bomb has dropped control slips from our grasp We pray for a parachute for someone to pull the cord numbers escalate, lives plummet We offer encouragement isolated voices faltering moment of impact imminent the implosion inevitable impact reverberates responsibility […]

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Was That Really Me?

Was that really me, signed his life away fresh-faced, innocent marched North then sailed East to unknown seas? Fuelled by anticipation, anchored by camaraderie, that boy who crawled through jungle deep weathered Burma heat and nightmarish infestations, adrenaline pumping infiltrated enemy lines unarmed, feckless nursed fears with booze adopted false bravado. Was that really me, […]

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In Remembrance (for Father)

I hold a photo of my father – on that last Remembrance Day – am awed by the person we never knew. Just fifteen, he signed on, joined ranks with an elite squad, trained for unarmed combat. He wears his Commando’s beret, medals proudly adorning his breast – symbols whose meanings are now lost. They […]

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In Remembrance

I stare at the photo of my father, that last Remembrance Day, in awe of a person we never knew. Just fifteen, the awkwardly tall figure joined ranks with an elite squad trained for unarmed combat. He’s wearing his Commando’s beret, medals proudly adorning his breast, symbols whose meaning are now lost. They were the […]

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War is Hell

The battlefield still smolders, oppressive gray smog hovering The landscape is scarred, ravaged reminders of war. Origins borne of uncertainty, fear spurred by righteousness and a disgust of imperfection, prolong the futile fight. Subtly, imperceptibly, defenses strengthen, confidence renews but the opposition will not be silenced. War is hell. Unfair, biased, blinded, deceitful. Sacrificing the […]

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