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  • And the handsome boys of war in Iraq...where are they now?

    The lads, the brothers, chums, pals, buddies, what did that war with Iran do for them?

    Were their dads vets, were their moms home, what was the fear in the air that these bright eager eyes refused, in the ruins and the sunshine?

    What will come of the handsome young boys, when fear occupies the air?

    What comes of the handsomes, just on the border of being old enough to fight in the army?

    So young, so bright, in the bright desert sunshine.

    It is said that the eight-year war with Iran was Iraq's Vietnam.

    It is said that half a million Iranians and Iraqis died, soldiers and civilians.

    Berms, bayonets, mustard and human waves.

    The handsome boys of ever. The boy soldiers, men. Where are they now? From what bivouac are they listening to war and truce in a no man's land, at this very moment?
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