"Theirs not to reason why; theirs but to do and die." -Tennyson, 1854
The Fog of War
We stand on ceremonies
to sleep through the night
Sable skies alight
With fireworks in flight.
Tricolored displays
Flags flown half-mast;
Here and there holidays
Harken back to wars past.
When duty bayed,
they took the call
All gave some,
some gave all.
The sentiment’s commendable
But everyone’s expendable.
War dead are fated
when the fog of war's abated.
About the Creator
Chris Z
My opinion column garnered more reader responses than any other contributor in the paper's 40-year run. As a stand-up comic, I performed in 16 countries & 26 states. I've written 2 one-man shows, umpteen poems, songs, essays & chronologies.
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