A Legacy of Shadows and of Ghosts

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I continue to hear the sounds of war, and I continue to see the images that war has seared into my throbbing mind. A toxic combination that wakes me in the night and exhausts the serenity of the darkness and the silence that only dreams can bring.

A LEGACY OF SHADOWS AND OF GHOSTS

By Al Garcia

I continue to hear the sounds of war, and I continue to see the images that war has seared into my throbbing mind.  A toxic combination that wakes me in the night and exhausts the serenity of the darkness and the silence that only dreams can bring.  It is the voices and the faces that awake the fear that lingers still inside my weakening existence.  Age does not erase the visions nor the pain of war, nor the memories of those who shared the fear and felt the horror of endless days, and dark cold nights. 

There is a loneliness that attaches to the human soul of those who have lived the never-ending days of war, that never goes away.  There is a disconnectedness of time and place and reality itself, that helps to mask the sights and sounds and emotions that would break a human heart or touch a crumbling soul.  And there is an awareness of the finality of life that lingers in the shadows of each moment.  And how could this not change a man, much less a boy not yet a man? 

War is a maker of heroes and of nightmares, of widows and of unhealable scars.  War is the prelude to hell and the unquenchable thirst for dominance over the innocence of man.  War is the slayer of dreams and of hope.  War is the phantom, the goblin, the monster of our childish hallucinations come true.  And it is hard for a man not to shiver and tremble in fright and disgust at the sights and sounds of war as it unfolds before his eyes.  Imagine feeling the rush of fear and hearing the anguished cries of pain, and then of sudden and utter silence that overtakes the smoldering chaos of one instant in one moment of time forever frozen in unimaginable images and sounds.  That is the picture of war.  Any war.  Anywhere. 

And in the end, all that is left behind is a legacy of shadows and of ghosts that forever haunts the human mind.  And nightmares do come true when dreams are snatched and trampled on forsaken and tarnished fields of incredulity and infamy.  Each soldier an enemy of humanity, battling shadows and ghosts that never die.

Reflections of a soldier’s life – reveals the price of duty, honor, courage and country. 


Submitted: May 25, 2021

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