they were war torn lovers
in an unconventional way
he, the young, scared soldier
she, the rifle that saved his life
almost every battle ridden day
certainly they had their moments of tribulation
yet the triumphs out shone the disappointments
one by one
he was a green kid fresh off a dairy farm
she, a top notch gut loader his captain raved
whose bang sent seasoned fighters on their
spirited way out of such dreaded harm's reach
just how many men/boys in those terrible
escalating numbers shared such high regard
for their own weaponry and gear
who can say really, looking back
if such relationship was healthy or unhealthy
when it came to those men and how they reconciled
to kill and fight as a temporary change in career
I like to focus on that one special young man
calling his weapon his loud lovely in the thick
of every fierce fight
and the notion that he wouldn't trade her at
any conceivable moment for even a thousand
life saving points of valuable hindsight.......
(written Jan 23,2005 11pm)