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The Future

March 16, 2012
By Jimbo_Slice BRONZE, Glendale, Arizona
Jimbo_Slice BRONZE, Glendale, Arizona
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The letter trembled in his hands.
The news and his high school buzzing with the possibilities.
Taking out a knife, he broke the seal.
His perspiration smudging the ink, but the message still clear.
The weight makes his head fall.

His future and dreams put on hold,
“Mom...” was all he could muster as he slid the letter in front of her.
“I’ll miss you…”
She just stood in the doorway in disbelief.
He left quicker than it took for her tears to drop.

The cold, harsh reality didn’t hit until the cool dog collars hit his skin.
His training short and minimal.
The door of the assault craft land hit the sand.
From high school to this.

The author's comments:
This poem is about my grandfather entering into world war two from the draft. I want the readers to feel the fear of the war especially the fear experienced from those of our age group of eighteen. It also helps to show what past generations faced in juxtaposition to ours.

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