I WAS HAPPY
©H. W. Bryce
I was happy, up there, all was calm.
I had a good job, I felt fulfilled.
My wife was happy, too, with our new
son. We wanted for nothing, up there.
Down here, it is dark, and deathly
silent. The time drags on with nothing
to do but rest. I thought I would go
to Heaven when I died, but I shot
people…
People when they opened fire and now
I must wait, down here, for the train to
Purgatory, to be debriefed. I don’t
remember the shot that killed me…
I heard the medic say it tore out my
heart. I heard a padre say I wouldn’t
need a heart in Heaven, I would have
my soul, and that would be my passport
into Heaven. He said my wife was safe.
The corporal said as he carried me
out of the square where the rocket
took out the memorial of peace,
that the line was holding the tanks at bay,
that our flag was still flying. I am glad
for that. I was happy, up there, seeing
our sacred flag flying so high and brave.
As I lay here, still dying, I pray for
my son, that he will not have to see war.
I was happy, up there. Why did death
send rockets to tear us all apart?
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Blogged Apr 1, 2022
