My helmet
Was a first-year cadet,
We drilled in action.
Were briefed of ground,
Obstacles, and attacks.
Enemy had come and
Plan was resistance
Till arrived our support.
I became team's scout,
Had to run in secret,
Check, report the front.
Left and right, I zigzagged
To some hill in distance.
Threw me to one side,
It was hard as if rock.
Felt the pain in my chest
And flew my helmet…
Looking back at that year
I smile at myself…
Laugh at me like joker
That cared, was devoted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It takes courage to serve in war. Maybe, even more courage to go to jail because one is against war. And it also takes courage to be able to laugh at oneself. Especially, after facing such danger!