Border War Poem by St.Claire Redwood

Border War

Rating: 5.0


Rhodesia December 1973

No glory here and not patriotism,
just the lifeless body of a friend
whose bloody clothes are his only protection
from the deep humility of death.

Soldiers look at each other, eyes dark with pain.
They can't understand, he was so young!

No medals here and not bloody tradition,
this is war, just as war truly is
stripped of its uniform and glory
just pain and death and sheer wastefulness!

When the war is over, will they have achieved
enough to make his death worthwhile?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alf Hutchison 10 June 2009

you have to have been there to know it... so many youngsters so many lives lost..and I look at Mugabe and his terrorist government and ask myself... did my friends die for that! ! ! Keep the memory alive my friend..I do..Cheers Alf

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nobody hates war more than the soldier himself..amazing depiction and expressions..amazing write

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St.Claire Redwood

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Johannesburg, South Africa
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