The Draft

By Scott Sjostrand



The draft sure as hell ain’t the NFL!

What the sam hill, Viet Nam?

Gosh damn!  1968, death is my f!

Why?  War is a merciless whore.

My beloved Dixie Chicks’ song, Traveling Soldier.

A girlfriend, folded flag and tears

And the Bomb smoke smolders.

Decades later it is finally finished!

May the fallen soldiers’ memory never diminish!