39 Years
The death
Of a soldier
Was an accident,
A waste –
A shame,
So the anniversary
Is nothing to celebrate –
Or forget
January 26, 1984
Back on the continent
At the 1st and 51st Infantry –
A battalion that doesn’t exist anymore –
The Cold War was fighting a strange peace
With weapons and tension
Wanting to release a dimension
Of battle prepared,
Trained for,
And ultimately expected
While volunteers selected
Stood ready in the West
And along the borders
Awaiting orders to mobilize
When one cold January,
Thursday morning
Soldiers had to realize
The power of 7.62 mm ammo
Tumbling into the chest
Of a brother in the band
With manslaughter unplanned
And wounds giving the medics
An ambulance to ride in
Until the doctors
At the Krankenhaus
Opened up the chest
And showed them what
One M60 round
Can do
To flesh,
Bone, and what
A few minutes ago
Had been functioning,
Distinguishable organs.
It is reassuring to know your work stands up 40 years later.
I know because nothing has made me feel better than to know
my first published short fiction, “Old Loggerhead” in 1974
was republished last year. Keep the faith, Ben.
Best,
Gerry Winter
Gerry – the event happened 40 years ago (26Jan84) – but these poems are new reflections of the morning…Not a good day at the 1st and 51st Infantry…
Ben!