The look of War

...The Solidarity...

I have seen the look of  war upon my Brothers face

The lines etched so deep, eyes lost in space

We meet without words and beyond the shadow of doubt

He knows without question  what life's  about

When youth has been swallowed up in fear

When the violence and death has been so near

When you live your whole life in the span of one year

And survive, 

Freedom is held very, very, dear

...The sheep in wolf's clothing...

I have seen the braggarts with tongues that boast

Who say that they have greased the most

They only shine in their own eyes

 One day,  they will boil in their own lies

...The Solitude...

I have seen the silent warrior who has been through hell

He sits with his back to the wall and it's easy to to tell,

with his eye's wide open he reveals his soul

and when you look into those eye's, you know.

It's in the walk, not in the talk, 

he speaks to heal, not to shock

He still welcomes his Brothers home,

 In a crowded room he stands alone.

...The Brotherhood...

You may notice a tear as he listens to you,

he may bow his head and weep when you are through.

When outsiders try to run his Brothers down,

his mind reflects back to bloody ground.

He'll defend their honor for it's his right,

Mock His war and he'll be the first to fight.

This is the character of a Veterans soul

The Brotherhood of war is all he knows

...And...

I have seen this look of war

 on my Brothers face

Boondocker 9/07/01