• Back then it was just a game
    Something we imagined
    Handguns that were really just hands
    The whistling of bombs that was really just whistling
    We would run around yelling
    And cursing the day we joined our pretend army
    We would sit around repeating things we had heard adults say
    Then resume the game
    Screaming profanities
    Shouting that there are no men on the battlefield
    Only demons.
    How ironic
    We didn’t know how right we were
    We didn’t know it then…
    What we said was true
    War is Hell!