The agonising truth, all of this stays locked up inside. We weep anyway for their grief and the horror they had to witness… far, far too great a burden. ❤
You wonder why I will not speak
My own sweet mother to
And tell you how it was for me
When I was far from you
The words stick in my aching throat
I cannot make you know
How it felt for your dear boy
To through the mine fields go
Can’t tell you when the snipers took
My buddy, so damn near
His shoulder brushed me as he fell
I shit myself from fear
There isn’t any way to say
The misery I saw
The misery I helped to make
Defender of the law
By using methods so perverse
That they should never legal be
Keeping the enemy at bay
Preserving your reality
The one that thinks good hearted men
Their officers respect
And in return those officers
Never their men neglect
That wiser heads than theirs
Strategic council have conferred
That to dishonor by such men
Death’s instantly…
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Its an amazing poem. As a sufferer of long term PTSD I would love to be able to help those who carry this kind of burden. These dark truths need to be known and compassion shown to the sufferer. Thank you so much for writing it. ❤ Deborah
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