The Dreams of War
by Jonathan Hogan

Forty other men are
In this helicopter with me
Young men about
Eighteen to twenty years old
Plucked from their homes
As was I
We were thrown into this war
To fight men we don't know
Me we have no quarrel with
From a country we've
Never heard of
Our transport has landed
We join the fray of death
Commonly known as war
We hardly notice the missile
Soaring at the very ground
We are standing on
Our last seconds on this Earth
Are counted by modern day
Drums of war
The flutter of helicopter wings
And the beating of our hearts

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Poem Copyright 1999 Jonathan Hogan


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