That was what the company 1st Sergeant called it last night, when he gave our toast to absent companions. That was why we were there- to talk, to drink, and to remember.
We've been 2 years on now, but there isn't a one of us who doesn't remember.
Before now poetry has taken notice
Of wars, and what are wars but politics
Transformed from chronic to acute and bloody?
from "Build Soil"