Mark I. Kirkmeyer

GLORY? GLORY?

Son…
Glory and War are opposites

Glory comes from taking care of family
Being a good father and a strong son

War is dark it is sickness
It is not the parades shown to you
It is the blood stained shirt
Not your blood but your friend’s
As his eyes go dim and his spirit passes
It is the street tinted red from blood
Littered with corpses of fallen brothers
The noxious odor of decaying flesh

War is not Glory
War is Failure
The failure could be ours or theirs;
It does not matter. Once the war begins
The darkness falls.