War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele


“I didn’t know what to do, where to look, what to say” soldier tells me, (home 3 weeks) “ah, sorry you lost your arm? um, sorry you lost your leg?”

“he’d just have scorned me. he’d have said, ‘ya you guys with XX platoon got off easy. spent your war playing video games and hooking up with chicks on Facebook while we were deep in the shit’ “

and the young soldier’s platoon did have a good war. all of them returned.
vets at 21, taller. alive.

“how about ‘good to see you’ then just leave it at that?” I suggested.

soldier shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t really know him anyway.” changed the subject, talked about signing on for another time.

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