PASSING
Each generation has its
war, years change widows are made, mums cry over lost sons, countries names
change. Death is final guns spit bullets explosive discharge. I don’t
understand why we never learn; we must have a war make new jets, more accurate
bombs. What of the future? When we go to the stars? War in space. For now our
military's in Iraq & Afghanistan. When an end? Only the year changes,
passing... I watched All Quiet on the Western Front, it’s a good powerful film
though Ernst Borgine’s a yank. No Airwolf?
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