Michael Pruchnicki


Good Night, Sweet Prince! - Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

I said as the IED blew my friend
into bits and pieces of singed hair
and flesh!

Know what I mean, man?
He was my Hamlet
and I was his Horace,
loyal companion!

He was a staff sergeant
and I was a tech 4
a specialist in
demolitions!

We talked and fought
our way through Iraq
and Afghanistan!
Put a ring about this, mate!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2010



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