By Greeny

You spent a million dollars just to train me how to be  Your precision-guided missile  on the land, from air

So when the drums are silent and the dogs of war at rest, what happens to the swords? Our generation’s very best? 

  A misty cloud protects the cliffs As boats creep swiftly forward, Sliding through the oily sea, Timings set to

I’ve killed 100 men and seen 1000 die, I’ve forgotten who I was, But I now remember why – poem by Greeny 2020.