Good Night, Sweet Prince! - Poem by Michael Pruchnicki
I said as the IED blew my friend
into bits and pieces of singed hair
Know what I mean, man?
He was my Hamlet
and I was his Horace,
He was a staff sergeant
and I was a tech 4
a specialist in
We talked and fought
our way through Iraq
Put a ring about this, mate!
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