On this day of remembrance, for all of the young men who gave their lives to protect our freedom, this poem by Richard Picciuto seems appropriate. It appears in his first book of poetry, Reunion With a Truant Pen.

WARS

Men in foxholes dreaming dreams

Wondering why they’re placed on teams

Think of country, families, lovers

As random thoughts fade under covers

They awaken now to face day’s light

And summon courage to face their fright

So hard to wage so many wars

The other teams…inflicted sores