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Wars, Air of Ambiguity [for: Lt. Laura Walker] in SPANISH and English
Wars, air of Ambiguity Dedicated to 1st. Lt. Laura Walker [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 A character in a book dies in There is nothing 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. 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. A Poet, Dennis Siluk if you wish to see his website please select another article, poem or short story of his, it will be on those...
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