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We note it in their reticence,
we see it in their eyes,
for they have seen Avernus
beneath Iraqi skies;
and, shocked, beheld the carnage
where turbid Tigris lies.

The war now won, the men return,
as bees do to their hives,
presumably now to enjoy
their normal peacetime lives;
unless, as many will confess,
nor feel a sense of shame,
they’re suffering from post-war stress
who once thought war a game.

While, minus arms and badly burnt,
a boy now lying in Kuwait
a cruel fact of life has learnt –
the price of freedom’s passing great.

T. C. Hudson

© T. C. Hudson.
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