th war victim

The War Victim

The death of a dashing young officer, flags on half mast
in the town he hailed from, yes it is so sad, of course,
blown up in a foreign field, so far from home, dying, not
in defence of his country, but in Afghanistan where western
nations have no business being; a political war and doomed
to utter failure. Yet, for a military man, a good way to gain
experience and promotion. On the day of the young officers
met his demise other people died, caught up in an unavoidable
situation not being able to escape and they sought no glory
and no advancement in the art of war, in bleak soil they were
buried and no minister of defence cried for them, so let us
mourn them as we grieve for the debonair, young officer.