The poem was written in February 2016. In the original version, I used a fictional name and changed the relevant data.




Buzzell Field

We name Little League parks
and street-corners after you

young ones, summoned, for whom


the honour seems too small,
but few take notice of it:
relatives, friends, the VFW.


Still, I often walk past your plaque
at Buzzell Field, Lieutenant,
and I pray for you every time,


killed in action, aged twenty-eight,
half a world away from home
days before Christmas 1970.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-21 at 09:44

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
They shall not grow old...
2019-01-21


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
This pierces my heart.
2019-01-21


Bibek
A well-written homage.
2019-01-21