Short Stories

Another Man's Medals

Copyright C.J.Lindsay 2020

There's a weight about my chest;

three small metal mementos 

of painful loss and pyrrhic gain.

I didn't earn them.

They're not mine so

they must be yours.

Bequeathed by a fallen soldier,

it doesn't matter which war.

There's a weight about my chest;

feelings made raw and tender

by timeless tales of painful loss

and pyrrhic gain.

I haven't earned them,

but they're not yours

they're mine.

Bequeathed by our fallen soldiers.

That's why I go and march in time.

Lest We Forget.