Endless wars against vague enemies.
The Roman Legions.
Thousands of tribes on the move.
All the soldiers:
So far away, years decades.
I ask the man getting out of his car about his son-in-law.
The man has a fast food bag and drink in hand.
He stands for a moment, while an autumn leaf burst swirls from a blue sky, airy day.
“He’s ok, twice in Iraq, back there now, and before that, Bosnia, then
And he walks to his porch, time for the fast food burger and soda.
I’d met the son-in-law on one of his leaves between deployments.
Nice guy, two kids, a little distracted – peace here, war there ….
“How many more years?”
“A lot. He’s in for twenty.”
Romans, Asians, tribes ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, late October 2012