(Saturday, Nov. 11, 2023, Veterans’ Day)
You said it never left you:
5 things you could see—
• The letter summoning you
• The doctor’s large finger in the cold exam room
• The big yellow bus that was not taking you to school
• Your first barracks
• The freshly shaved heads of your fellow soldiers
4 things you could hear—
• Ten-hut!
• All right, maggots—drop and give me 20.
• the rat-a-tat of assault rifles
• the chatter of your heart
3 things you could feel—
• The cold submachine gun in your sweaty hands
• The clammy neck of a downed soldier; praying for a pulse
• Your aching, blistered, rotting feet
2 things you could smell—
• Blood, sometimes your own
• Death, not your own—yet
1 thing you could taste—
• Coming home, never the same, but home,
Hallelujah. You lucky bastard.
•••
In memory of my father, Roger E. Haag, infantryman in the Korean War, with gratitude.


Wow. This poem simply stopped me cold. So powerful. Perfect for today.
Do you think you need the last line? Why not stop here: Hallelujah. You lucky bastard.
Love,
Amrita
Thanks, Amrita. Good suggestion!
Very poignant in honor of Dad. I sang at Sylvan Cemetery Veterans Day ceremony with Folsom Harmony Express Barbershop Chorus. Hosted by American Legion post.
Mom
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Thanks, Mom. I love that you sing with the guys at cemeteries on Veterans Day. Wonderful tradition!