About war much has been written.
More must yet be said
by those who saw them die,
so that the dead may rest,
and sight be gained,
to see war for what it was and is:
War is not fighting,
though fighting's what we see,
nor is it death,
for death is but it's end.
It is the rancor of disunited hearts,
the death of love, the end of hope.
The war around us echoes in our hearts,
and grants it life.
Once, mortals dared to tame this ancient beast,
and yet it thrives.
Each age must fight this force again,
or pay it's price.
Wolfgang P. May -Clickhereformywebsite-
Advisory Team Leader
Republic of Vietnam
1968-1969