So much for the effort, the mission, the cause.
I wrapped myself up in a flag without pause.
Listened to every order with zeal.
Explosions ensured that my ears wouldn’t heal.
Now in the rubble from this last bursting sound
can I see so much clearer, my world so profound-
ending an era of loud... into dark silence I’m bound.
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A story that masterfully presents the reality of war. A theater that we and our children pay for.
Your poem beautifully captures the transition from chaos to silence, leaving a deep, reflective impact. 💥🖤✨
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