“Endless War”
The warrior’s battle will never end
for each firefight echoes in dreams that shake the night.
Once again with sweated determination the warrior must do battle.
Countless firefights relived until awakened
by those whose deaths were only numbers on the six o’clock news.
I find this strange, those that died in the tempest of battle,
they have found peace.
While we the survivors,
we are in hell.
By Pete “Doc” Fraser, veteran

endless war

The ghosts of American soldiers
wander the streets of Balad by night,
unsure of their way home, exhausted,
the desert wind blowing trash
down the narrow alleys as a voice
sounds from the minaret, a soulful call
reminding them how alone they are,
how lost. And the Iraqi dead,
they watch in silence from rooftops
as date palms line the shore in silhouette,
leaning toward mecca when the dawn wind blows.
By Brian Turner, veteran