Endurance’s stance, behind fatigues
Bought with discipline and dirt,
Showing this fighting power,
Brave, beyond his body armor
Near tank formation, search and destroy.
The taste of artillery smoke and dust fresh
In these treacherous terrains.
Scopes alert on targets
Clearing sand dwellings,
Camouflaged with debris
And shrouded corners .
Wide angled at deep, tarp-covered windows
And ledges above
Eyes darting, side to side
Sensing danger, still forging ahead.
Day after day.
Thoughts of survival, mixed
With what was before, and what is now
The reality that is life or death,
That ever present lump that crawls up
And out of their throats, haunts
My son Matt Korea