The specter of war
Unnoticed by the innocents.
To them, it is only greedy warlords
Bickering over a boundary,
And, in compliance, they laugh at such pettiness.
Not so for those who remember
Torn and battered men,
Delirious and troubled minds,
Months of loneliness,
Sleepless night and "daisy-cutters,"
Fear and hate,
Anguished hearts of mothers.
These are enduring memories.
by PNCM Millard B. Sargent USNR
This poem was written by my father in the mid-1960s when the Vietnam War was gearing up to full-tilt. He was a Navy veteran of WWII, Korea and Vietnam.