War is nasty
He shot it twice in the flank
Nobody said much
He shot off chunks of meat below the ribs
The whole platoon stood there watching
The animal fell hard
He shot it in the throat
War is terror
You got to listen to your enemy
The mountains are absolutely dead-flat silent
They don't talk
They still hear it
They lose it
The guys can't cope
Certain stories you don't ever tell
War is discovery
There's a definite moral here
Henry Dobbins asked what the moral was
I don't see not moral
There it is man
War makes you dead
The men laughed
Strunk made that high happy moaning sound
He came up grinning
Right then, Ted Lavender was shot in the head
The cheekbone was gone
The guy's dead
I like how you used a new "war is" for every separate thought or stanza. It gave the whole poem a unique twist
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