He sat at the bar, drinking his Jack <br />Talking about the war, since he came back <br />It ruined his mind, and broke his spirit too <br />He had seen alot of death among his crew <br />He drank till he didn't have to think at all <br />He drank till he couldn't hear the bugal call <br />When not drinking, he was taking so many pills <br />Disabled now, his wife paying all the bills <br />His very soul was tortured all the time <br />From crawling in the jungle in the dirt and slime <br />Hearing the shots fired every where <br />He was shooting too, just a boy there <br />He lived the war over every night in his dreams <br />In his sleep he could still his buddies screams <br />The war took a young boy and ruined his life <br />But he was proud, he had served in all the strife <br />This good man died just a year ago <br />He fought for our freedom and we do owe <br />Our freedom takes the life of young men <br />They serve their country and most come home again <br />All their lives will never be the same <br />Some will return whole and some lame <br />I'm proud to be a citizen of the USA <br />Where we're strong and proud and will never sway!<br /><br />Donna Nimmo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-war-hero/
