Returning Home from Panama
by A.D. Winans

they had this bar
at Ocean Beach called
the Chalet
it used to be a hangout for vets
the American legion boys
most of them fat and balding
the years piling up like litter
one so old
he claimed he was gassed in
you never knew whether
to believe him or not
he just sat there staring
talking into his beer
humming a song:
"over here. over there."
and using terms
like dough boy and pill box
and you just somehow
knew he had to have been there
was still there would always
be there

Illya's Honey Literary Journal

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