War

War Poem

The truths are contradictory

They hold no meaning

Just clouds and fog

War is Beauty

You live or die

I would go to the war

I would kill and maybe die

It was my duty

It was my life

I wish I had it all back

I wish I could see the nam sunset one last time

The war isn’t all terror

The trees are alive - the land, the soil, everything

The aliveness makes you tremble

You recognize what's valuable

you are filled with a hard, aching love for how the world could be and always should

be, but now is not

War is hell

War is just another name for death

What sticks to memory is those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end

It is a sudden need to be elsewhere

The smell of smoke, and filth, and deep greenery

It was a question of pain

War is just people shooting people

It has no Morals
(Tim O'Brien)