Vietnam memorial

Woman with son says:
Stand in front of the roses so I can take your picture.
Hurrying past the roses he points:
I want to see the grenade.

Between war monuments

Comfortable in this rose garden,
There is the nagging worry you will be mugged when the time of long shadows and deep scents arrive.
Remember the grunt who heard birds between battles,
Hoping the song would last,
Vowing to touch roses if he got home.