We Also Serve

SOME of US there are who will come back
Without the Purple Heart, without the blood,
Without the memory of a beach attack And broken gargoyles sprawling in the mud
That once were comrades; not for us the crutch.
The empty sleeve, the psychopathic ward.
Surely we gave enough, though not too much.
Yet neither lived nor perished by the sword.
Yes, we who watched a thousand tropic suns
In skies unshadowed by a suicide plane
Can well be labeled as the fortunate ones
Who will return to walk and love again:
For we have sacrificed, to tell the truth,
Nothing of any value save our youth.