Dishonorable Discharge?
On TrumPutin putting bounties on the heads of American soldiers
When I was growing up, most called them a throw.Sometimes you heard afghan but not often Since that was affected—what do you know?I can just remember seeing them crocheted;As least, I worried about the word throw —What did that mean? I was told to be quiet.Now when I think about the word, I grow cold.I look at her with her throw on her lapAs she looks at the photo of her sonIn full uniform, medals and bars and stripes,Her son shipped home in a throw-draped boxTo be buried, the pieces of him, anyway;And she rocks gently in the chair he made for her,Whispering how he always spoke well of me,His friend from a different world. I too weep(Knowing she’s alone, her health poor, eyesight failing)At how it must raw and rack her soulTo grieve the throw in her lap, his last gift,Posted just a few weeks before he died,Killed for bounty—dishonorable discharge?—Placed by men unfit to be called a manSince they could never conceive, much less live,The love he devoted to his homeland’s cause—Thirty years a hero for just a throw,An afghan traded for his blood and love.
On TrumPutin putting bounties on the heads of American soldiers
When I was growing up, most called them a throw.Sometimes you heard afghan but not often Since that was affected—what do you know?I can just remember seeing them crocheted;As least, I worried about the word throw —What did that mean? I was told to be quiet.Now when I think about the word, I grow cold.I look at her with her throw on her lapAs she looks at the photo of her sonIn full uniform, medals and bars and stripes,Her son shipped home in a throw-draped boxTo be buried, the pieces of him, anyway;And she rocks gently in the chair he made for her,Whispering how he always spoke well of me,His friend from a different world. I too weep(Knowing she’s alone, her health poor, eyesight failing)At how it must raw and rack her soulTo grieve the throw in her lap, his last gift,Posted just a few weeks before he died,Killed for bounty—dishonorable discharge?—Placed by men unfit to be called a manSince they could never conceive, much less live,The love he devoted to his homeland’s cause—Thirty years a hero for just a throw,An afghan traded for his blood and love.
