Your command of language is astounding; the imagery is enticing and real. The conclusion of your poem really drives home the residue of war as it is burned in the minds of soldiers. I often listen to my own grandfather (by marriage) tell stories of WWII where he survived work camps; his mother, sister, and father all perished in the Holocaust. He replays the same stories and they haunt him, yet he is full of light and love. Thank you for your poem. I post often to poetry in Steemit, too. Thank you.