Specialist Hugh Martin, US Army National Guard
Inspired after attending a baseball game shortly after I returned home, this poem attempts to interrogate how memories of a war experience present themselves in popular and seemingly innocuous public civilian spaces on the "homefront." Most veterans know that feeling--sometimes complicated, sometimes not, depending on the individual--of being asked to stand or wave or acknowledge yourself during a general tribute to veterans at public events. In this poem, the speaker tries to think both about the need for, and absurdity of, this type of recognition. It also tries to interrogate that do-all, everyday word applied to the work of military members: Service. While I'm not sure the poem offers anything specific as far as whether or not these public acknowledgments help or benefit veterans, I do know that it tries to capture the deep ambivalence I felt, and still feel, about my "service" in a war which—like many wars--hardly affected most of the American public.
-Specialist Hugh Martin, Army National Guard,19 Kilo (Armor Crewman)