‘An Occurrence at Chattanooga, Tennessee’ by Slade W. U. Bierce The Society July 22, 2015 News of Note, Poetry 2 Comments While we expect for our marines to go into harm’s way, and so they do so, and without a hesitation’s stay; when they’re attacked at home and killed in their community, it is insidious and dreadful to the nth degree; and this is what occurred in Chattanooga, Tennessee, when a base villain armed with a machine gun shot four dead. For friends and families, a void that never can be filled has now appeared within their lives, the day these four were killed: no words can bring young Skip Wells back, who was but twenty-one; nor Carson Holmquist, twenty-seven, there are simply none; and David Wyatt, thirty-seven left wife, daughter, son, and forty-year-old Thomas Sullivan his purple heart. But bad news didn’t end there; we learned sailor Randall Smith, a father, twenty-seven, of three daughters, makes a fifth. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses Shari Jo LeKane-Yentumi July 26, 2015 A moving tribute. Reply Terence Marin July 26, 2015 Reading about the “base villain,” I couldn’t help but wonder why there wasn’t more about those soldiers who were killed. A good and relevant poem. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.