I read the entry line above your poem <br />and know that true soldiers live on <br />sometimes as legends of a place and time, <br /> <br />sometimes as testimony of the effect of war, <br />witnesses to brutality <br />and seekers of peace. <br /> <br />The honest truth is that men die <br />in their hearts with every shot <br />that they take, <br /> <br />become something else <br />like a well trained machine <br />primed to destroy <br /> <br />and something else takes capacity <br />when bullets whistle past <br />and each moment can be your last. <br /> <br />[Reference: Oologsduet by Mandi Engelbrecht.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-have-all-the-soldiers-gone-gone-to-graveyards-every-one/
