A RITE OF PASSAGE

 A rebellious youth, off in search of adventure,
Starry eyed, and Oh! So naive.
Saw a recruiting poster, and thought,
Aah. That’s the life for me!
Swore his allegiance,
Trained hard, became a Sky Soldier.
Posted overseas to war,
In “The Land of The Morning Calm."
Received his Baptism of fire,
When he saw his best friend die in action.
Suffered the stress and trauma,

Of close quarter battle and hand‑to‑hand combat.

Fought the hard fight for almost two years,
And finally, battle weary, battle wise, and battle worn.
Returned home, A MAN!  

© Wally C. Austman

 
(Authors note: my first ever poem, Oct. 20/2002)