War Poem

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.

Different Uniform

© Gavin Campbell
He sat in his foxhole
Fired his last round
Looked at his friend
Fatally wounded
He thought of his wife
Tears began to well
As he was captured

The enemy interrogated
And questioned him
They threatened his life
If he didn’t betray his nation
He said again and again
“I am just a soldier
I was ordered to fight.”

Knowing it wasn’t his right
To question the war
He had fought fiercely
For the love of his land
Every night he prayed
Asking for an end to war
And to be with family

He was now a POW
Longing for home
Wondering about his wife
If she was safe
Swearing to never leave
If only he could
Go home to Baghdad

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Published: Jan 2008

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