She knew a nurse…

She knew a nurse

the loving kind

who left the jungle

on a rope and Huey


She did ride a Harley Davidson

looking for a way to die


He had a granddad

came home from the mud

and he is sure

the dying horses

never leave his milky eyes


There was a father, too

as much of him as left—

same jungle

similar mud


When she was a girl in school

she read Wilfred Owen to them all

Some teachers cried

Some friends looked serious


Then there was Falklands, Bosnia,

Desert Storm, Afghanistan


I’m told I’m bred of military men

they never had to look for work





EB Fay also writes at,, and

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