by Sam Steele | Mar 17, 2015 | Poetry
With sad eyes I gaze down upon my comrades. I see them everywhere. A hospital bed plays host to a friend in a coma, or worse awake, but immobile. Fixed to the bed like a monolith encased in its foundations. Still. Maybe they lie in the soil. Grave after grave. Line...
by Sam Steele | Mar 16, 2015 | Poetry
The time it took me to bleed to death at Vimy. How long I had to hold my comrade while he died on Juno. The time for my compartment to fill with water as we sank in the Atlantic. How long my plane could glide before impact over Korea. Amputation time for my leg in...
by Sam Steele | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
When you send the boys into battle, Send them if you must. But before you make them go there, Make sure the reasons are just. If you think there are reasons for going, And the reasons are worth all the strife, If you think you can pay for the losses, Think – it’s not...
