The Crunching Leaves...

I stood there,
in the stark silence of night……
I was transposing myself,
into a WWII, environment.

Yes, I had watched the History Channel,
for 4 hours in a row.

I still don’t understand how Japan,
could have forgiven us.
Or, how we could have forgiven them.

I keep hearing Vera Lynn, “We’ll Meet Again.”
And, as I stand on my patio,
with the lights off……
I start hearing sounds……
the crunching of dead grass, and leaves.

I dream,
of how they must have felt…..
in that darkness of night,
of how they must have felt,
when they started shooting in the darkness……….
at sounds,
of crunching leaves…….
in Okinawa.
And, how,
they must have felt,
when they slaughtered those civilians,…..
natives,
Okinawans.

War,
is a sad affair.
Kill, or be killed mentality.

It is a kill or be killed mentallity,
then, rife with remorse…..
and corpses.

February 27, 2012.

The Crunching Leaves...

LauraBroussard

Austin, United States

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