Not a Day Goes By

Patroling in the jungle
choking down the fear.
Unwilling to show my care,
by displaying my best leer.

Skies fall and panic grips.
The savor of dirt and blood.
Haunting sounds of screams,
and the feel of wet piss.

Mortars shake my world,
and take my breathe.
Your hand grabs my arm,
My insides burn and melt.

I'm told of your bravery,
the lives that it saved.
Informed of your sacrifice,
And your mothers loss.

Years have dimmed my eyes,
as I search the black granite.
Groping with trembling hands,
I rub to paper that is in my heart.

I honor your courage,
and pray for your soul.
I weep for our loss and
those who join you on this wall.