The Wrong Side of a Military Love Story

I can hear the screams..
reams of papers
echoing the resounding silence
of lost hearts
and lonely souls
among the brotherhood
of camouflage..
I can hear the ringing
of the liberty bell
in the clanging of
the neckless necklace
that I hold in my hands
as I stand
on the doorstep..
the uninvited guest
the messenger of death
and I have a parcel for you..
its wrapped in red white and blue.
Special delivery
sent
sealed
and shipped
express
so it could be right where I am now
just in time for the holidays.

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