Butler Pennsylvania 31


      
Wartime, 1943


We played war on Elephant's Back,
that hill on top of Monroe,
dug trenches, manned machine guns
on wooden pegs,
yanked helmets sponged inside
tight to chins
and made as if the enemy
were about to attack us
from the hill opposite ours.

We sent scouts out
to spy on them and report,
while we watched
the older boys (and that girl)
sketch out battle plans
on candy wrap.

But we the troops
careless carefree boys
picnicked in foxholes,
pulled guard duty and soldiered,
answering duty's call
waging war on Saturday
from ten until four
long awaiting the whistle
to blow at the mill
when we fell into line
for the victory march home.

We knew while prancing
that those greeting us
from the porches
would rise and salute
while the others
would be waving some limp
apprehensive gratitude.

For only later did we sense
their real hope—
that we stay young just long enough
to be spared from finding out
what real war, what battle meant.




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