I grieve a young soldier I never met <br />From a valley where I rarely go <br />All known of him is from a newspaper <br />That helped paint the color into the familiar lines. <br />Anne was correct in her prophecy from student days <br />That it woud destroy me if I had to see them die. <br /> <br />I came to love them enough though <br />From just learning their stories. <br />To almost freely destroy a career, <br />It required what was probably over identification. <br /> <br />God in great mercy killed the career <br />So I did not have to see them die <br />The death of the career was depression enough <br />From what many surely regarded <br />As only a training accident.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/training-accident/
