well i have been really focused on My Lai. Do not really know what to write about it has me questioning a lot of different beliefs as to why a soldier can do things in a war situation. Anyways i wrote a poem, if anyone reads these i hope you enjoy.

Soldier, lonely like the soldiers one last shell,
Darkness overcomes him, leaves him without breath,
Shoot, fire, hide, all the while, think about death,
Think about nothing else until it is your hell,
With a bullet, the young and innocent never yell,
War is a drug, orchestrating illusions like meth,
The lies, but the eyes the soldier’s tale does tell,
When he arrives, his pain will be his end,
Upon his return, his end will be his pain,
Broken like the wind on a sunny day,
And the last shell becomes his only friend,
On the darkness, the soldier lies slain,
And he owes Hades nothing, no more death no more pay.