Ain't no f*****g good war.

Can't allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when it is time to go.

Ain't no f*****g good war.


Old WW2 Vet  sat alone.
He raised his glass to the sky.
He looked at an empty seat.
"To the good war my friend."
He drinks his shot of whiskey.
"Whisper ain't no f*****g good war. "
He put his face into his hands.


Father had his ribbons and awards over the fireplace from the Korea war.
We watched war movies together.
He was the hero who always saved me.


On the weekend he would drink his rum.
Late at night I would sit with him.
He would talk to dead buddies left in the Korean dirt.
He would tell me.
"No war is worth a s**t."


Old Vietnam Vet was dying.
The agent orange had made him 110 pounds.
The VA won't see him anymore.
The VA told him nothing they can do.
I sat with him and listen.
He told me he volunteers and was proud.
He thought he was doing the right thing.
He looks me in the eyes and whisper "All my friends are dead.
I will see them soon."


 "What will I tell them?
Did the War have any reason?
Was it just a f*****g grave filled with hate?"


I try to put myself in the places where living another day is your goal.
 Being hungry and needing medical care.
 Watching their world fall apart around them.


I go to graves of good friends.
 They died in Iraq for the hatred of the Bush's years.
I whisper "f**k these wars."


                              Coyote

Author's Note

I understand we need to protect our borders. You want a good story. Find a dark corner in hidden bar. Old Vets can make you cry.
Coyote

Reviews

[universe-explorer]

I was in Hamburg, one night. There was little local fair on the alstair. The fair ended at 2300, and everybody left. It was a coldish autumn night. I was bit lonely. I decided to run around the fairground once more.


So I did, and I bumped into the group of hispanics, who pulled me in there dance, because they thought it's summer (late september, north germany), it's spain (Hamburg). A lot many people, drunken, non drunken etc also encircled us.

Soon this had to end, because you are not allowed to shout in Germany after 2200 hours. I was alone again.

One man picked me up, a hopeless drunkard, and landscape garden designer. He grabbed my shoulder, and we patrolled the whole night in Hamburg suburbs till 0400 next morning.

The only thing apart from his intro to me he said is "kreig ist immer schiße" - That translates to "war is always s**t"

Why can't the aristocrats who runs the politics, and who's footsteps rock the corporate hamburg (and the rest of the world) learn from this hopeless drunkard? Why can't everybody learn from him?

Germans ww2 vets do not want to talk easily - but when they talk, I start feeling why do I even exist, tell you the story later :-s

[Lena M. P.]

I too believe that wars are devastating and I am from a family of Vets including my children. In fact my daughter is in Iraq right now. However, I also believe that as a human with a conscience I cannot turn my back on tyranny, oppression, hate and greed that threatens our existence and those unfortunate to not be able to fight back themselves. Yes there are always the political reasons for war, but there are also the good versus bad and I hope that the majority of our vets feel that they fought for the better good. It is a horrible price they have paid but if you speak to them, most feel it was worth it and are proud to have served. However, your words were moving and show the other sides of the coin. Thanks for sharing. The point behind poetry is to make people think, feel and question.

[fhamie]

God bless all the souls of war.
nice write!

[Honeypot]

You right we do need to protect our borders but it's a steep price to pay and it's a. shame that we don't treat every soldier like the hero he/she is. Great piece my friend.

[alan khan]

terribly tragic. amazing write

[Onatah]

The broken souls of war. A sad sight.

[bluessadmood]

Ohh this was so beautiful indeed ..how i wish i could hug you my friend..those words really touched me deep
how they flowed nice,but they tore lots of things inside me on the way..you write with such enhanced feelings
i look at the empty seat beside me and its gone and i bury my face and tears in hand
father would sit beside me and drink rum and think of the lovely deaths all around
i sit and listen ,he tells me how proud he was,he thought he s done right
while all friends have died he said..and i will see them soon
what shall i tell ,or say..we ve all been fools,what reason i always say
a big graveyard filled by wars hate,hungry sad and sick and my world falling around me
i go to graveyard talk to friends deep down,they passed for he said so
that was so beautiful..a great piece of art..some lovely picture
lovely write ..

[Wildfleour]

........sigh............

Indeed.