By Rodney Schmidt: 1969 If it’s not sand in the airThen it’s the omnipresent rain.The barbed wire gives a type of securityBut still I prefer the sand bags.A home? For now maybe…But it can never do.I’ll hide behind club room doors…But I can’t forever stay.You ask, why me?But I ask you who sent me,Yes, I … Continue reading Whose War