I dug for you in the deep rich soil,
my hands plunging further and further
into the ground, into the past,
searching for traces of your soul,
only to find a decayed, unreadable letter.
About The Author
Eric Stephenson
Eric Stephenson served in Alpha Company, 2/75th Ranger Battalion from 1982 to 1987. He has taught English at various colleges and universities since 1998 and is the publisher and editor-in-chief of US Represented, as well as a contributing writer.
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