Christina A. Sharik


This year, a Boy felt jungle rain
and saw brave men in deepest pain;
the Boy knew mud, and sweat and guns
and what a soldier feels when he runs
towards the bullets racing by.

This Boy learned what it is to cry.

And he learned just what letters mean,
and saw things he had never seen –
He stopped and fought, though he almost ran –
This year, a Boy became a Man.

Author’s Note: For my friend, John Lennon Brugiere, USMC