The War Went On

The War Went On short poem

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I looked into the darkness
And there they were.
Some were barely twenty
A few a little more.

They did not move,
They were dead.
And the war went on without them.

Back into the jungle,
Like deadly ghost we went.
I looked behind me,
They did not follow.

They did not move.
They were dead.
And the war went on without them.

A flash of fire, a terrible pain,
I cry out for my mother
Wait for me I cried.
But no one heard.

I did not move,
I was dead.
And the war went on without me.

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Randall Smith

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Not from anywhere but from everywhere Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, USA, Army Veteran, Germany 1966-1968, Viet Nam 1968-1969. Two kids and bunch of grandkids. Enjoy my Roses, fishing and card playing. I may not write for several months and then I can not stop for several weeks. I have notebooks with 4 or 5 lines only, waiting for me to return.
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And so it still goes on leaving veterans with terrible memories. I am glad you can still smell the roses.

ramakrishnan chatakondu

I was able to feel…..what you felt ….but what you felt was the real….only for the manly…..where as I just the artistic form that too on the comforts of my sofa…….you are the real and where as I just the fake ..…

Savi Mani

a poem with the sadness, the feeling of having seen your own friends die on the war front, having felt their pain and the same pain while dying, crying out for mother, knowing she wont be able to come, slowly moving towards death,….why war has to happen, why humanity has to suffer, why lives have to be sacrificed, life sacrificed, war goes on…….
yes Randall, you must have felt the pain, which took the shape of a poem and your reader do feel the pain along with you……….
the pain must have eased a little after putting your thought on paper, i am sure……….

ammu sachariah

I feel the pain which you have still through your poem.


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