Legs don't work too well anymore. <br />Just another casualty of long ago war. <br />Memory is sometimes too good. <br />Things would like to forget if only I could. <br /> <br />Again, battling these headaches. <br />Then, start the shakes. <br />Waking up at night in a sweat. <br />Another endless price of being a vet. <br /> <br />Most of my fellow vets are dead. <br />Others barely hangin' on by a fraying thread. <br />Promised healthcare never really there. <br />Only more rejection form letters at which to swear. <br /> <br />Waking on a long past dawn. <br />Found my family simply gone. <br />Tried the bottle - then prayer. <br />Both led to more confusion and despair. <br /> <br />Of course, to make matters worse <br />Is that fool on TV who makes it more perverse. <br />With merely my medals as faithful company in my dingy hotel room, <br />My old portable black and white set makes me fume! <br /> <br />He struts and boasts, <br />But what bothers me the most? <br />Year after year in seeming utter glee - <br />He wants to make more just like me! <br /> <br />There's strong, and then there's Army strong - and then there's the army of the forgotten! Remembering Sgt. Joe Spoon<br /><br />Hubert Wilson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/george-in-black-and-white/
