Life is too short and cut shorter for some.
The body of a soldier, cut down by the gun.
A man, a machine, a puppet for the state.
A Lieutenants Colonels comments, too little too late.
The loss of a lion, a wonderful brother and son.
His girlfriend and mother inconsolable, numb.
The flag of the union draped to fill us with pride.
Questions never answered, like should he have died?
All comments welcome...
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Very nice poem. All of this is true. Nice job.


