An American

I met a guy in the supermarket.

He saw my

US Marines cap.

Korea?

No. WW2.

 

Were you proud

when he asked?

 

A shrug.

No big deal.

I did what was needed.

 

I remember Guam.

I sent a man back to

Bring in some prisoners.

He shot them dead.

 

Before I left Guam

Another prisoner gave me

A gift, a knife he made from

airplane fragments.

All I did was treat him

Like he was human.

 

I wasn’t a hero.

Just did my job.

Called the shots as I saw them.

 

April  2019

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