slam etc.

Arlington Cemetery.
Been there. Done that.
Changing of the guard
At the tomb of the unknowns.
Kennedy's eternal flame.
Row
After row
After row
After row
After row
Of stone
After stone
After stone
After stone
So many graves
So many war dead.
So many wars.
Been there. Done that.

Arlington Cemetery.
This war.
This soldier.
This grave
In this row.
Bugles,
Bag pipes,
Twenty-one gun salute.
Triangle folded flag presented
To anguished gold star mom.
Wish I couldn't say,
"Been there. Done that."

It’s a war that never should have been.
And my son is fighting in it.
So we’d better win it.
So he'll come home
And soon.

Forming new habits
Is like breaking in a new pair of shoes.
Unaccustomed,
Uncomfortable,
Maybe even painful.
The adjustment period may be long.
Might want to go back to the old ones,
(Shabby though they are.)
Despite the trouble they've caused in the past.
May alternate for a while,
Wearing the new ones in public
And the old ones home alone.
You hardly notice it
When the new ones seem to fit.
And then one day you look back at the old ones
And wonder how you ever could have worn them for so long.