THE REALITY OF WAR

We Regret To Inform You ~

Two Uniforms walking up the steps.

One folded flag,

clutched in cold, sweaty hands

One Son

One Daughter

One Father, One Mother

Someone's Sister

Someone's Brother

One Casket

at a time,

they come home.

A mother and a wife

are left alone.

A father weeps

too quietly,

and a child does

not yet understand,

that his father

will be just a dim

memory.

This is what happens

when we seek to make men free.

This is what they give

for you and me.

One at a time

They come home ~

In one way or another.....

to a tear-soaked reunion

or a heart-broken mother.

© Christina  6/4/07

http://cryptome.quintessenz.org/mirror/ik5/iraq-kill5.htm

Photo page of funerals - so sad.