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Before the war we all had dreams
But with each passing day
One more dream goes unachieved.
Not only soldiers’ dreams disappear
But dreams of children and spouses
Are shattered with the arrival
Of that hated envelope
That carries the news
Of reality, of war.
Every time a bullet sounds
A dream of returning home
Ends along with the dreamer
And with each new death
A little more hope is lost
And faith begins to fade.
Each time I fire my gun
I need to try to forget
That with each life I take
I create more
Shattered dreams.

© TD Roddick, 2010