By Anna Von Reitz
Veteran's Day 2018
I was sixteen years old
And I didn't know why
They looked so haunted.
Now I know
The years have flown
I still see their faces
Etched with pain.
The weeds and flowers
Ramble over their graves
And the flag still waves
Over their heads.
I have to wonder what
Might have been
For all of us
For all of them.
