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Life After War MAG
When I walked into the classroom I noticed my teacher was not there
In her place was an old man with a gentle but ghostly stare
He stood with sagging shoulders but his head was up high
He seemed too nice to trick so I didn't even try
I took my usual place in the corner of the brightly lit room
And when the old man stood up I could already picture his awaiting tomb
Class was about to begin but first we said the Pledge
I stood up as always but some sat down with their heads on their desks instead
When the old man opened his mouth to speak he said something I didn't expect
He looked at the ones sitting and said, “I know you may not care but I am highly upset.”
The rest of us sat down at our desks while he called roll
After he marked off the students who were absent he began his toll
“In the 1960s a war with Vietnam took place,” he said.
“It may not matter now but my friends fought in it. All wounded and underfed.
U.S. troops were outnumbered, we never really had a chance.
Thousands of men died and you can't honor them with a simple stance.”
All was silent and the atmosphere suddenly turned cold
The stern expression on the man's face began to unfold
His jaw unlocked and his face twisted into an eternal pain
My stomach panged with grief and I saw from the window it began to rain
“There were only six snipers that went in to attack.”
He looked away, into the distance, “And only one came back.”
I saw then that in his eyes was the dolefulness of the life after war
I would never have been able to see such a loss before
This man had seen something I could never explain
I would never experience his mourning, I would never feel his pain
Some kids snickered and some laughed out loud as the old man started to cry
I saw from my seat that his entire frame was shaking as he whispered, “My friends are all dead. I watched them die.”
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