Denny Sedlack and his grandson during the early stages of the Warrior StoryField.
Remembrance
Denny Sedlack wanted to share this poem:
Remembrance
I awoke this morning
The sadness is upon me
As bleak as the darkest wet cold gray day of winter
The overwhelming sense of emptiness builds
The acrid taste of salivation stings my mouth
And the morrow is sucked out of my bones
Heart and soul melts
It is remembrance day
For all those violently killed
In the name of what
WAR,
The death of innocence