A War Poem, Up Close....And Personal Poem by Philip Lore

In the cold desert night,
Through my night vision sight,
Tracers, burning red,
Counting the enemy dead.

Chattering guns continue to fight,
Bullets missing me, left to right.
Sweat pouring down, it covers my face,
The fighting intense,
In my battle space.

War is Hell,
Organized confusion.
Dying here,
It's no illusion.
With an absence of all of our social norms,
Its hard to describe blowing desert sandstorms.

Sadam's Palace, filled with 24 carat gold,
My spirit challenged, I'm feeling old.
Many tear filled eyes, no telephones.
Fighting spirit, flattened homes.

We see Iraqi people everday,
Vacant stares, stark terror in their eyes.
Yet, its just another day here in Iraq,
Where nobody cares,
Who lives....who dies.