Last time I saw you was a wedding
on a sunny autumn afternoon. Old
friends gathered, glad to see each
other again, happy to celebrate the
beginning of a new life in love.
Now I learn that you, my friend,
are in war. Not at, but in.
Recruits are down, declares the report,
both in number and in attitude. Meanwhile,
Tactic 1: Betray
Once in combat, let no soldier leave, not
even when their tour is done. Trap them,
trick them, keep them. Do not count
Today’s news: F16 down in Iraq.
Is it—yes, it is. Their squadron: 524,
Hounds of Heaven. The calm reporter
tells you heaven has claimed one.