Poetry by SGT Michael John Lemke, USA (Retired)
Every OIF soldier knows the starlight of an Iraqi sky, the timelessness of the desert, and the endless tension of a night patrol to nowhere doing nothing. This is for you, who are NOT forgotten, but prayed for to come home safe:
Huts for Vets
Like the lines of white crosses
Just above the Normandy sands,
And so many places else.
My belated tears fall in a line for my dead
Onto the rough floor of a pine cabin
11,000 feet above the sea,
And their desert graves.