This poem I wrote back in 2003 has been on my mind for awhile. It was twelve years ago, at the end of March, and the beginning of April, when U.S. forces were advancing on Baghdad, Iraq. I heard a news reporter say they were 19 miles away, and the *Battle of Baghdad would begin in earnest.


19 miles to Baghdad

and I don’t feel so all alone…

Sometimes I get to talk to you,

Via the video-phone.

19 miles to Baghdad, and

I’m writing you this postcard,

Just to take away the fear…

Actually, it’s not so hard.

19 Miles to Baghdad, and

One thing I’ll never hear,

Is G.I.s writing home to say,

Wish you were here.

19 Miles to Baghdad, and

This I’m proud to say…

We’re over here protecting you all,

in the whole U. S. A.


As blossoms bouquet

A smell of dirty, red wind

Immense bombs stagger



*Battle of Baghdad … http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Baghdad_(2003)


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