PEACE IS TOO IMPORTANT TO BE LEFT TO THE POLITICIANS

MEANWHILE...

Three men walk into a bar,

Order beer

And discuss crabgrass.

Meanwhile, three soldiers

Far from home

Get blown to rat shit by a mine.

Politicians snipe and chivvy

About things

And the soldiers no longer give a shit.

The Sergeant, older than his years

Sits alone in his tent

And weeps.

"Best thing for crabgrass is dig it out."

"Yeah, too true."

"Another beer?"

Meanwhile, the TSX tanks,

Politicians bray and

Only a few rich guys give a shit about either.

Drumbeats.  Slow March. A Piper.

Flag draped coffins.

Normal morning in Trenton.

Three soldiers exit the Herc

And take in the barren landscape.

It is hot on the tarmac.

The Sergeant meets them.

"Gear in the truck and follow me."

("Oh, fuck - they're so damn young.")

"We must stand with our NATO allies"

Says the politician.

"Stupid bastard" mutters the General.

Last Post.  Casket descends.

It is raining.

A gull craps on the gravesite.

Meanwhile, the crabgrass persists,

The politicians insist

And the Sergeant dreams of home.

PRO PATRIA