I did not seek it, my draft board selected me.
I did not want it, by chance I became a marine.
I could not avoid it, I was sent on my tour.
I hoped to return, but I could not be sure.
Scared by things I heard and saw,
Cried for my friends who lay raw.
Angered by inhumanity all around,
Hoped a better world could be found.
Regret those I placed in my sights,
Unsure that I should have the right.
I know heaven’s gate is locked for me,
The sins committed in war are key.
I stood fast to protect wounded friends,
Given a medal for upholding my end.
Lay shocked and bleeding, damn the war,
Carried out and saved by my corp.
I think often why them and not me.
Get home was my hope and my plea.
Old thoughts I’ve put on the shelf.
Just now at peace with the world and myself .
Bio: Edgar Douglas is a retired Information Technology consultant. He started writing short stories and poems about five years ago. He enjoys the challenge of finding the right words to fit the conversation and convey the desired emotion.
