WHAT GOES ON IN A SOLDIER'S HEAD...............................
PICTURE In his helmet, wrapped in plastic, rides upon his brow, A creased and tattered image of her resides near, Several times a day he takes the time to look at her, Time for himself, time for her, time for memories, Sitting in a trac, leaning against a tree, in a bunker, For he must be relatively... Sign in to see full entry.