All across the twilight haze
A million stars twinkle and brightly blaze.
As the traveller on his moonlit quest
makes his way along the mountain crest.
It's been sixteen months yet feels like years.
A time of insurrection and of tears,
of bombs and bullets and countless fears.
Of counting the cost as the battle mist clears.
Yet he misses his comrades
both living and lost.
And the battles they fought
and the blood that they cost.
As the politicians squabble
and push forward their aims.
But still the body count rises
as the war kills and maims.
He arrives at the summit
and from there he can see
the place that he comes from
and where he longs to be.
Where his family waits
with a love unspoken
which will help to
mend him and his body broken.
Gazing remembering considering then comforted This is honestly such a pure reflection, I shall not get into the politics I think we've all chewed that over for time in memorial and all know exactly what we think. But you as an ex soldier speak so softly and of the items which seem relevant to me as I as a soul who's never been to battle can actual imagine my thoughts following a similar vein. I particularly like that you didn't get angry just expressed that before your return your family waited to help you heal.
To convey the true horrors of war to folk that have never been in battle or felt the ground shake from bombs, or had their neighbours killed or maimed is a huge task but well attempted in this poem.
How any man or woman can survive war then live a normal life I have No idea, just the heartache they have seen, . Well written with the emotion strong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So many wars and nothing resolved but those that stand are often broken and may heal, but will never recover.