my grandpa fought
in world war I
silently
carrying the horror
~
my brother played
cowboys
with guns
~
disturbed
my grandpa
solemnly spoke
~
people that kill
for a living
for fun
never find peace
~
they never find heaven
~
later that day
my brother confessed
~
mommy
I don’t want to be
a cowboy anymore
~
Geo Sans 
We are also lucky that we have not had to live through any world wars, Geo Sans.
so true
I have been watching your blog for awhile now, and you impress me with your thoughts.
I nominating you for the reality award
http://tarotalchemist.wordpress.com/2013/02/19/reality-award/
Thanks Leisa for thinking of me
~
I hope it’s okay
if I do not accept
~
your readership
and comments
mean more than
any award
I completely understand! Awards I don’t normally do otherwise we run out of precious reading and writing time!
Much Love
Leisa
I made peace with my father after watching Saving Private Ryan. I understood his father and how my father was raised, in that moment.
it truly was
a different world
Is it? I wonder if the Veterans think so. To take a man and expect him to be a killing machine on one shore and a normal man on another is just crazy
canadian perspectives
are probably very different
~
during my lifetime
the percentage of men
in the military
is very low
Ah yes. I wondered about all those extra U’s.
But, yes. I don’t know if America has changed all that much when it comes to war.
War doesn’t decide who is right, it only decides who is left.
so true
Exactly
Lovely poem. Lovely story. Lovely truth. I like.
thanks
for liking
and commenting
I can remember my brother and I playing with cap guns (nice sound effects) playing the Cowboys and Indians game, and also Starsky and Hutch too – we were acting out what was fed to us on television. Terrible really, when you think what damage guns can do, and how war is no fun at all, but you don’t know that unless your wise grandfather tells you!
we mirror
what we see
~
sometimes
we’re lucky to be graced
with new
perspectives