John Hybridge

(Seattle, Washington)

War

I've seen the morning calm before the evening storm
And seen the terror in young men's eyes on the battle field
Mere boys turned to men through the horrors of war
Where their last pleasant memories were their senior prom
Fighting a war in a far off distant foreign land
Defending a cause that no one really understands
Smell of smoke and blood permeating the hot humid air
I've held men in my arms as they gave their life's last grasp
The sorrow I felt just did not compare

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