It was turning cold as light snow began to fall.
Twilight fading, giving way to the onset of darkness.
Across the river sounds of mechanized movement,
Faint echoes of metal on metal.
Like eagles from our lofty perch, we listen…
Eyes boring through darkness;
Minds deciphering sounds.
Searching for meaning,
All hidden by the dark of nite…and,
The surrounding terrain.
Waiting like predators.
Setting the trap.
Much like all predators’
Eager to spring.
Upon the unsuspecting,
Kenneth D. Massara
For all veterans, especially my
Brothers. Any War mine/Korea
Much of what I write covers personal experiences or revolves around interviews with my brothers and other combat veterans whom I worked with over the many years. Some became very good friends.