A Confirmed Kill

The dream comes back
From a far away place
Another time in my life
Oh so long ago

The small shadowy figure
That comes into the street
No one should be out
At this hour of night

A flash of light
The swoosh of a rocket
Into our compound it comes
With such an explosion

As shots are fired
The figure falls to the ground
The street is so quiet
With no one around

Up to this enemy
I approach with caution
Only to find
A fourteen year old girl

©2003
Dennis Vanill

First let me apologize for the way some of my writing may come
across. I am not a writer and have never been able to put my
feelings into words. I am struggling at an attempt to do so. Up
until this time my favorite key has had the word Delete on it. The
following is something I wrote in Janurary, was going to delete but
decided to share here. If it doesn't make any sense maybe my web
page on it will make more at:
http://dennis.vanill.org/memorials/Christmas2002/

Christmas Day 2002

On this Christmas Day
No tree, no presents
No fancy dinner
For family and friends

A journey is planned
Through snow and ice
Slowly mile after mile
With such determination
And a sense of urgency

In eight hours time
The destination is reached
Many a visit here for me
This is the quietest
It has ever been

As I walk the path
From panel to panel
Reaching out and touching
Those closest to me
These are my Brothers

My Christmas wish
That can never come true
Is that you were here with me
Not listed on these panels
called The Wall

To all my Brothers and Sisters
YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN

©01/03 Dennis Vanill