you see
the admirals
and captains,
the generals,
the retired soldiers
at the grocery
store, pushing
their carts
or riding
the electric ones.
the wars
are over for
them. slowly
they roll up
the aisles
in baggy clothes,
some with flag
pins,
putting carrots
in the basket,
potatoes
and corn.
milk and bread.
eggs.
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