Wars, air of ambiguity [for: lt. laura walker] in spanish and english - poetry
Wars, air of Ambiguity
Dedicated to 1st.
[Advance] We fight in external lands not for the reason that we inevitably love its civilization or land, but since we consider in expediency (life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness); basically as it may be, it can be costly.
We all lose a bit in war
A appeal in a book dies in
There is nonentity more admirable
In Spanish Translated by Nancy Penaloza
Guerras, aire de ambigüedad
Dedicado a la 1r. Teniente Laura Walter (De un Viejo soldado/ veterano del Vietnam)
Por Dennis siluk
(Avance) Que luchamos en tierras extranjeras no porque necesariamente nos gusta su cultura o tierra, pero porque nosotros creemos en el pragmatismo (la vida, la libertad y la búsqueda de felicidad); simplemente como esto, puede ser, puede ser costoso.
Perdemos algo con la guerra Y a veces ganamos algo: Idealismo, físico, cínico, (Sin sangre en la cara), Psicológico, inocente-: Todos nosotros somos victimas de la violencia Pero seguro? (Aceptado o no).
Un carácter en un libro muere en un abrir Y cerrar de un ojo. En la vida real, esto no es tan simple, Ninguna solución, soñadora. Esto es el deber del soldado para matar (O aceptar ser matado): Solamente ¿cuándo, es cuando se hace Complicado?
La desilusión entra sin ser sentido Como un aire de desconocimiento. Con la guerra solo hay epígrafes: Muerte, para una parte de la raza humana ¿Esto es realmente lo que ocurre? Esto comienza como termina, con el Esfuerzo humano agotado
Nada hay más admirable Más valiente, más impecable, Que uno quien da su existencia Por otros, especialmente en ¡Una tierra forgion ! por pragmatismo
Note by Rosa: I don't know much of war, my wife was in one that is all I certainly know, but in my heart they are the brave, who are eager to give to strangers, freedom, at the price of their own lives. And I think Mr. Siluk sums it up quite well in this devotion poem.
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