Impacted Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Impacted

Completed plan
Handed it to dispatch
And waited for crew,
Then would leave.

Flight was logistic
For the soldiers, army.

Came one of old colleagues
Hand in cast and hanging
From neck to his chest.

"It is time of the war,
Grounded, cannot fly
But can be FAC …"
Said the fighter-pilot.

Felt hot oil on my mind,
War time is burning hell.

He waited to join us
When going to the front!

Our job as officers
Was to fight and defend
The nation that had paid
For our learning courses.

"I was there and saw them,
They were cut to pieces,
Hands and legs separate…"
He said and shed tears.

On leave, had travelled
When Reagan encouraged
Saddam to bomb and mine
The people of Iran…

Had to leave the corpses
And collect the hands legs,
Badly was impacted…