I looked at the photos again
Of men in a uniform we strove to maintain
How we all were and what we didn't know
Made us feel as one with the course glow
And I saw his eyes as he smiled and stared out
Not knowing what waited for him in his life bout
The short years later when death found him
Or did he have an inkling that he hid in his grin?
© Paul Warren Poetry
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