Etchings
What was it lured the babies off to war, the adolescent wonder fools, at best, who’d yet to learn the focsle from the floor and couldn't tell the study from the test? The military called us to a man except the privileged few held in reserve, whose fathers knew the secrets of the plan, and college students graded on the curve. Opposed were led directly to the blame, The dead were on the news before us all. Survivors had to live or die with shame for not becoming etchings on the wall. ~ Dean Neighbors ~ | *A note: for “landlubbers” Forecastle = fo'c·'sle /ˈfōksəl/ noun
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