The assignment in our poetry group was to write a poem using the word "olive." The poem that came to me was almost fully formed from first thought. I've never served in the military nor have my sons. I greatly appreciate the sacrifice and service of our volunteer military. I hope I've not stepped on toes by putting myself in the place of such a person, but if you can use this poem as an expression of your own feelings during this difficult month, do so with my blessings.
A GI’s Gift
Olive drab is basic pain, endless hikes in drizzling rain. Camo tan is Army chic, matching clothes for hide and seek. Blue is Christmas TDY, raucous joy so I won’t cry. Red courage stains on desert sands, youth drained out in arid lands, white-knuckled fear to paralyze this PFC with opened eyes. That’s the gift I give to you, camo, drab, red, white, and blue.