Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Unknown Soldier."

 Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE (Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa) Dave Delacroix: "The Unknown Soldier."

...I WUZ ON A MISSION. Stuck behind enemy lines. KILLERS, Wars refuge, surrounding. Bugs/flies least of my worries. Heidi's photo, breast pocket, behind my medal, a Silver Star.  But where have all the Flowers gone?

I was a DOCU-monologue, at best an obscure soliloquy, a POET: Where have all the flowers gone? And "in deep", up to my Shekels, with NO JESUS to redeem me; where have all the flowers...natures thingies...where have they gone? -Poppies row on row?

Graveyards, Cemeteries have LEGS. They follow War's madness. I was "badged & chained" like a fool in a bigger fool's game. I BLUNDERED -lonely as a cloud, just WHERE have all the flowers gone? Too late to be a Poet.

A ROOM with a view, a fantasy, now a dire necessity. Could your heart reach mine, a pumping organ, stone cold? A killer of killers? ...Horizons whisper but just where have all the flowers gone? A dawn patrol. A snipers bullet. Then rapid fire. No-one knew I was dead bah the shouting.

I WUZ ON A MISSION, parachuted, hand grenade twix my teeth, an AK-47 machine gun in my lap. Just a soldier, a pawn in somebody else's power game. A BODY BAG shipped back to the U.S.A. & lest we forget, where R your flowers now? An Unknown soldier. The green fields of France R filled with my brethren.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.