32-year-old Corporal Vincent Polus, serving in Iraq, writes: "I watch him fall from a mortal wound through the dust and smoke and hue/His four comrades confused and afraid fare no better/They run left and right but all four falter . . . I'm determined to win, I don't wane, and my course won't alter." Elizabeth Brown, 61, a mother of two serving sons, laments the pain of separation in From A Mother: "I was once your body armour/Shielded you and gave you succour/Once protected safe within me/Now you fight alone without me."from The Independent: 'War poetry is as alive as it ever was'
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