Part Three

 

 

 

…………every day Op Haven

Took its toll, no negligence of tourist

But a deepening of the soul,

For every day the Green Berets

     Brought casualties of war to home,

     A splintered rock inside the

Chest crumbled, gave birth its melancholy

To a clown without a voice,

And lost to challenges of Dopamine,

Adrenaline at cost.

 

 

Children, women, men!

Crying tears that nourished arid

Ground – gazed upon the rifle,

Believed the last of daylight,

     Each refugee bombed by

Brass and led, cowering down –

And down the mountain by a

Leap of faith,

 

 

            3 Commando took the brunt,

Spattered with the imagery and visionary

Of violence, old and young defying

Deaths liquid couldn’t save;

Sent admiring heads away,

     A turn to save ascent

Again, on every tarnished day……….