Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet

Drums Roll

August 25, 2013

Poetry

Drums roll,

The slow mournful rhythm of taps

Echoes off the walls of remote barracks,

Planted like weeds,

In places with unpronounceable names.

Another soldier fallen,

Someone’s mother, father, wife, husband

Cries for them alone.

Nothing but a ticker at the bottom of our screens,

A caption on the back page of our daily,

All that reminds us of their sacrifice.

This barracks stands emptier for the loss,

It’s life, slowly being extinguished

With the silencing of each voice.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Jem Farmer the Boi Poet – Words at the Weekend 24-25 August 2013 prompt

Comments

22 responses to “Drums Roll”

RoSy

August 25, 2013

So sad.
May the souls of the fallen soldiers rest in peace.

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1. Dom DiFrancesco
  
  August 25, 2013
  
  I agree 100%, I try to remember them everyday.
  
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high five and raspberries

August 25, 2013

Mark this as one of your beat !

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1. Dom DiFrancesco
  
  August 25, 2013
  
  Thank you very much, I truly appreciate that my friend.
  
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2. high five and raspberries
  
  August 25, 2013
  
  *best*
  
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  1. Dom DiFrancesco
    
    August 26, 2013
    
    Thank you, this means so much to me.
words4jp

August 25, 2013

I believe Taps is one of the most emotional pieces of music ever written. Very sad and beautiful and loving. A loving tribute. A loving poem. ;)

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1. Dom DiFrancesco
  
  August 25, 2013
  
  Thank you so much Kimberly, it is one of the most emotional pieces of music I have ever heard.
  
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jrosenberry1

August 25, 2013

It breaks my heart to think of the daily losses, and so far away from home.

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1. Dom DiFrancesco
  
  August 26, 2013
  
  Me too, I’m just glad my son made it back in one piece, except what we think is some PTSD.
  
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  1. jrosenberry1
    
    August 26, 2013
    
    Ah – I am so sorry to hear that. :( Hopefully he can find the right help and can heal quickly.
  2. Dom DiFrancesco
    
    August 27, 2013
    
    Thank you Jen, he doesn’t ever talk about what happened in Afghanistan, all I know is he was shot at more than once. Sometimes I think physical wounds aren’t always the worst ones, its the ones you can’t see that can cause the most damage. Maybe when he gets out of the Army in March, he will let his mother and I help him.
  3. jrosenberry1
    
    August 27, 2013
    
    I certainly hope so. It must be a horrible helpless feeling. I’ll say a prayer for emotional and mental healing – as well as guidance.
  4. Dom DiFrancesco
    
    August 28, 2013
    
    Thank you Jen, I really appreciate you doing that, it means a lot to me.
  5. jrosenberry1
    
    August 28, 2013
    
    :D
    Hang in there, okay?
  6. Dom DiFrancesco
    
    August 28, 2013
    
    I will, thank you my friend. :)
Jem Farmer – Boi Poet

August 26, 2013

Deeply moving Dom, a beautiful tribute

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1. Dom DiFrancesco
  
  August 26, 2013
  
  Thank you very much Jem, this is a subject that is very personal to me. :)
  
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  1. Jem Farmer – Boi Poet
    
    August 26, 2013
    
    That really shows in your words :)
  2. Dom DiFrancesco
    
    August 26, 2013
    
    Thank you Jem. :)
Paul Grignon

September 14, 2013

True indeed, and very sad to think that soldiers of all the US forces remain nothing more than cannon fodder, a mere blip, a loss of life whilst folk spoon their sugar-laden cereal and flip the page.

Great observation, but far too many people shake their head at such a loss and move on, without really thinking about the US military juggernaut, a hideous machine that threatens all mankind.

“Hell, what’s one soldier’s life, when we are fighting the enemy.” What enemy? All make-believe, old white generals playing war in sandboxes; unfeeling monsters who don’t care in the least when some poor grunt bites the dust.

Thank you for your haunting poem.

Take care,
Paul

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1. Dom DiFrancesco
  
  September 14, 2013
  
  Paul, thank you very much for your thoughtful comment. You are absolutely correct, people pay little attention to the fallen unless they knew them personally, until then they are nothing but a blip. Your observation about “old white generals play war in sandboxes” is spot on as well, to them, the fallen grunt is nothing but a number in their grand play, a play with real people and real lives. I certainly wish it were different, but sadly it isn’t and probably never will be, at least not while we exist as a nation. Thank you again my friend.
  
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