MEMORIAL DAY, 2017
I could not find you today, James.
Too many flags. Too many headstones. Too many names.
I thought I would never forget just where they placed you.
Near the flag pole above the lake, with all proper ado,
Among others from the Gulf and other wars
With a view of the beautiful, wide outdoors
You were, and are loved, my dear young friend;
You worked hard to make good, then went ’round the bend.
You died much too early at your very own hand
in a blast to your head from your pistol; a broken man,
while your bitch of a wife stood yelling how unfair you were to her.
You went to war, but it was always, always all about her.
I could go on…
but I really only wanted to say I couldn’t find you today,
but I looked… I looked… and I still pray
for the repose of your soul, that your heart has healed;
the full purpose of your life finally revealed.
Some say suicide is a coward’s way out,
but knowing you, I have no doubt
it was your perfect solution for all your pain.
I cannot find fault in your accurate aim,
though I selfishly wish you’d missed.
Peace be with you, James Edmond, USAF