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Veterans’ Hospital

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Some nights are never-ending hells
for these old veterans in our care.
We do not hand out pills, but shells,
as out of battlefields they stare
from over sixty years ago
on far-off Guam or Guadalcanal.
With trembling hands they try to show
how the bravest or youngest fell.
We console them with a cold cup,
and a tender tap on the shoulder.

What haunts them, though, will not give up,
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Michael Shepherd 21 September 2004

Leo, the last line just went to my heart. Michael

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