Israeli soldiers coming back from the Lebanon war. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) |
IAF Roundel for the F-4E that attacked SAM batteries in 1982 Israel-Lebanon war (Photo credit: Wikipedia) |
His Blood
His Blood
Soaked a Land Not His.
In the shadow of foreign groves,
his body was chopped;
his image was lost amidst the
smoke of an alien war.
Farewell,
my son
In a struggle he wasn't born to
fight, his beauty was destroyed;
his eyes were blinded by visions he
wasn't meant to see.
Farewell,
my brother
Over burning fields and darkening
dunes, his spirit hovered;
his soul
towards different worlds ascended.
Farewell,
my friend
Not violent he was, not consumed by
vengeance and hate.
He was just a boy.
His
blood soaked a land not his.
–Hillel F. Damron
The poem was published in the literary supplement
of the
Israeli newspaper On Guard,
during the Lebanon War of 1982.
Beautiful, Glenda And thanks for everything.
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Hillel, I was honored to meet you and look forward to seeing your next novel!
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Glenda