Sunday Poem: “Dear Mrs. B”

 

We regret to inform you

that your son has died this morning

when securing a road

south of Kandahar.

 

The Improvised Explosive Device

gave him no chance.

 

He who set the device

was in our hands

the hours before the explosion;

he refused, however, to disclose

the exact location of the bomb,

and we did not want to torture

or become uncivilized

when seeking this kind of information.

 

We respected his right to remain silent.

 

You may find comfort knowing

that he is resting now

after discussing his options

with his lawyer.

 

Your son died for a noble cause,

Mrs. B –– .

 

By Shai Ben-Shalom

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