Editor’s note: This is the first time War on the Rocks has published original poetry, and this poem is a perfect fit for our Art of War channel. Written by a veteran of the Gulf War, its lines at once celebrate the power of memory and poignantly testify to the challenges memory can pose for veterans who experience PTSD.
Whenever I see a yard, trim and fresh,
not fenced; the fire-red
hydrant, talons stretched
in every direction – flashing flags;
whenever I hear the stop – start
whir, the bicycling scythes
mowing tall grass, the sprinklers
tick and pulse, that thrum;
I taste lush green shadows the hoses left,
and I breathe newly
sliced grass, filaments rising
with dandelion manes – summer’s flotsam;
and revisit the smells: scalding desert air;
dark tar broiled; metal blades blasting night;
the dunes orange, Bedouin shadows flickering – all mirage.
Whenever I see a yard, not fenced, I keep
driving past the tread and worry clenched;
the sweat of neighbors sipping beer.
— Jenny Linn Loveland
Jenny Linn Loveland is an Air Force Veteran who served in Operations Desert Shield and Desert Storm. Jenny is a member of the Hampton Roads Veterans Writing Group, an initiative of the Armed Services Arts Partnership.
Photo credit: Maj. Randall Stillinger, U.S. Army