Snowy Woods

[Mortimer]

War Poem
casualties of war
© By Sherry L. Eichler

men go off to war
every generation pays it's dues
war does not discriminate
there are many ways to loose

some will live and some will die
some are caught between
for as fate twists it's crooked path
some slip into places unseen

war is never black and white
there are several different hues
often living is the hardest part
no one gets to choose

let not the surface fool you
not all casualties are carried
if the truth be told the soldiers we hold
are not the men we married