What happens when the music stops?
So much a scabbard without a sword
For when the chairs are taken away,
There is a warrior without a war
Nothing again shall ever compare
To the excitement and the fear
The horror and glory of combat
To battle for life most dear
A grey life awaits us here
A strange, shallow, oversensitive world
Such silly, superficial concerns
Ridiculous priorities unfurled
The agony of our war’s defeat
To see such sacrifices in vain
To watch our legacy go sour
“Another Vietnam” the sad refrain
Time marches on, and so do we
Mostly anyway, as we lose brothers every day
We try to rebuild a life here
The fleeting glory of the past fades away
What then is this news and rumor of war?
Martial redemption for my generation?
The beginning of a cataclysm?
Or one more passing trouble for this troubled nation?
I relished the chance at finality
Looked forward to that second chance
Yet it now stands before me
And uncertainty holds me like a trance
Will things end like this?
Like some unfinished book?
Neither glory afield, nor love at home
A life only half finished! I am shook!
A grim warning, maybe too late
To seek the content in life
For God allots only so much and no more
Do not let your time become empty and trite!
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