Copyright by Marina Morrison (aka) Eden Stillwater2013 -October/Revised Aug. 12, 2014
Gunfire slashes through the silence in the morning air.
A young child is bleeding, dying, lying there.
A father screams in horror, “Oh my God, what have you done? He is my son…
The young soldier’s eyes are changed somehow; the light is gone.
In his mind, he sees himself at home with his own Dad and Mom…and he falls to his knees
Please, oh please, can someone tell me, please, what have we won?
A young soldier who had recently returned from the war in Iraq inspired this. He was talking about all the killing and how even a small child could be a “weapon” strapped with a bomb or used as a distraction, etc. “We are trained to shoot to kill if they don’t stop,” he said. I watched his face as he spoke. His eyes went blank as if he was trying to focus on anything but the memories of his experience there.