Tag Archive: Soldier

Old Soldier…

Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry  Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading

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Don’t pray for the dead men. Please pray for the live ones…

Don’t pray for dead men. Please pray for the live ones. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Dead soldiers cannot speak no-more. Us, who survived. We must speak for them.  Forget your personal tragedy. We… Continue reading

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Unknown soldier…

Unknown soldiers.,.. (April poetry number nineteen.) He wrote to his journal in a Soldier graveyard in France outside of Paris in 1979. The dead don’t suffer no-more. He is surrounded by 40,000 crosses… Continue reading

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Wildflowers dreams…

Wildflowers dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old friends face had come to me lately. His baby girl is getting marry. It is sad poem. War take the best from us.                        Wildflowers dreams… Continue reading

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Just men…

Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry  First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies from Death Valley.  Just men… (I got to Iraq. My first task was to… Continue reading

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Shadows of war…

Shadows of war… I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South America and… Continue reading

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At peace, at last…

The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute.Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye.Old Sergeant Major finally drank himself to death.35years a Soldier left him waiting for death to come. I… Continue reading

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Old soldier…

Old soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry  Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading

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Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding…

 Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done? He… Continue reading

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Love letters…

Love letters… Wither we loved, wither we kissed, wither we danced. Maybe we wanted too much, too little. I told you on the telephone. My dearest love. We need more love letters. I… Continue reading

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