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Wars, Air of Ambiguity [for: Lt. Laura Walker] in SPANISH and English

By: Dennis Siluk

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Wars, air of Ambiguity

Dedicated to 1st. Lt. Laura Walker


(From an old soldier/Vietnam Veteran)

[Advance] We fight in foreign lands not because we necessarily love its culture or land, but because we believe in pragmatism (life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness); simply as it may be, it can be costly.

The Poem:

We all lose something in war


And sometimes gain something:


Idealism, physical, cynical


(no blood in the face),


Psychological, innocence—;


We’re all victims of violence


For sure… (accepted or not).

A character in a book dies in


The clap of an eye—,


In real life, it is not so simple,


No dreamy solution.


It is the duty of the soldier to kill


(Or accept being killed);


Just when, is when it becomes


Complicated?


Disillusionment creeps in…,


As does an air of the unknown.


In war there are only epigraphs;


Death, to a part of the human race


Is really what takes place?


It starts as it ends, with


The human effort exhausted.

There is nothing more admirable


More brave, more flawless,


Than one who gives their existence


For another’s—especially in


A foreign land! for pragmatism…

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.

El Poema

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 husband was in one that is all I really know, but in my heart they are the brave, who are willing to give to strangers, freedom, at the price of their own lives. And I think Mr. Siluk sums it up quite well in this dedication poem.

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