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Military Matters

So That Others Might Live - C. Bosseron Chambers

Our Casualties Were Light

I shall not know of good or bad again,
And now there is no pleasure - and no pain.
I'll know no more the burden of my pack
Nor feel the sun shine warm upon my back;
I shall not see again the sunset's dye,
Paint changing pictures on a velvet sky,
Nor look upon the naked, shell-scarred land
Where dead men lie and jagged tree-trunks stand,
But all the things I might have been are lost;
To you the living you must bear the cost;
The bridges and the roads I might have made
To guide your feet the stones I might have laid
To build a home or church - the pictures in my mind
That I might someday paint - the lands I thought to find -
All these are gone - lost in eternal light;
But, as they said - our casualties were light.

Stanley W. Whitehouse

WAR TORN

SSG Paul Brondhaver in Iraq

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