Facing Death Boldly
by Michael Doyle

Facing death is one thing
Watching the death of your men
That hurts more than anything
It burns like the second mortal sin

Cold and hungry in the night
A target was seen in every light
You never forget the death seen
It takes away part of a human being

Tears  rolled down his face
As his mind touched the traces
Of memories about the war fought
Some things are never forgot

The best nights are spent dreamless
So that the images are seen as if seamless
It takes away a man's breath
To have seen so much useless death

Pulled to the breaking point's line
Praying to walk on these emotional landmines
Inching forward in his silent advance
He lies, barely breathing, somewhere in France

(c) January 23, 2025   Michael Doyle
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