Poetry by Gavin Campbell
I have seen too many poems that address the fight to save a soldier, and they address what the medics or comrades go through. I always wondered what the fatally wounded warrior goes through.
Too often we forget that the real life definition of war is "men fighting, to the death, over the disagreement of leaders." I am an Iraqi vet and I knew all along that the Iraqi soldiers were like me and my comrades, just had different uniforms, languages and orders.
How would you tell your mom this is your last Christmas?
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