It's nothing that either
of my grandmother's brothers told me
before they died or lost their minds
but I'm sure that the best piece of advice
they learned from the War was this:
When it's time to hold the trenches down
don't pick the surest shot
as your foxhole partner--
go for the slowest runner.
He's the least likely to leave
your sorry sack of flesh
to die alone in that mud
when the whistles blow
and the barbed wire's breached--
and trust me: both will happen.
Currently reading:
"The Thurber Carnival" by James Thurber.
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