The Soldier and the Fight

A poem to capture the challenges of this moment in my life.

I,

Full of an entrenched urge to write

To redefine the parameters of my plight

To replace this boring black and white

With an exquisite gray: like a fog in May.

Tonight,

I'm the eighteen-year-old soldier

The day before the big fight

O my Crystal Ball, please tell me

Will we land on Normandy alright?

-- The End --