Always old men lost
in blue flickers of remembrance
gamble on someone else's
untested bravery.
Vicarious misplaced
pridemongers wave freedom,
but someone else blooms
deadly in bloody remove
from the recliner.
War is safe shielded
by cigar smoke. The mist
of a cold one makes it
vaporous.
On the History Channel
even GI Joe can storm Normandy,
lose a leg, and charge renewed
to the next rerun.
No sand-gritty boots.
No sweltering fear.
No shots in chaotic carnivals
deconstructing to confusion
and tear-stained orphans,
who know nothing of nations
or resources caught unfurled,
star spangled.