There are no wounds
From my particular war
Unless you count
A damaged soul
In that strange land,
Unwanted by the actual
Folk we walked among.
Later, the books described
Far flung decisions and
Ravaged fighting miles
To the North – something
Still going on in modern
Minds. Mine to revisits
What I saw, time to time.
The sun glinting
Some days when the
Yellow Sea came crawling
Though our barbed wire
Fence. We would stand
There not exactly denying
What we had wrought.
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