March 26, 2021Army Memorial Service: Tikrit
Our ghost today is Private First Class Jones;
his rank and name are called for roll. Air Force
boys are flying home his bits and bones;
so Jones won’t answer back, praise Mars.
The Sergeant Major calls his name out twice,
it’s Private First Class Aaron Jones this time.
His Humvee bumped a hidden boom device,
which made his ass go AWOL. Now, we’re primed
to hear his three-fold summoning; the name,
in full, his parents told the county clerk:
Private First Class Aaron Francis Jones. Same
silence … then rifle volleys. The bugler, here for work,
plays Taps, that old-school twenty-four note song.
The lyrics promise, God is nigh. They’re wrong.
from #70 - Winter 2020