On Day 21, we are given six words to weave
into a poem…
War Story
Physically prepared,
not going to bow to any enemy,
a lean, mean fighting machine,
a combat ready Marine,
so it would seem,
or so it was before
the plane delivered him,
taxied, parked and unloaded
him to the battle,
before he saw what awaited,
the tearing of a small nation,
finding himself
wounded less by what happened
to his body, more by what
we did to that country.
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