Coffee cup shakin’ in his hand,
Thousand-yard stare, poundin’ sand.
Bad dream robbed him of his sleep,
Wonderin’ if his soul will keep.
The mortars from the tube they pop,
Don’t know where the rounds will drop.
They’re walkin’ toward his lonely post,
He’s prayin’ that he isn’t toast.
Then he wakes up with a start,
Breathin’ hard, quakin’ heart.
Day drags on, he calms his nerves,
This ain’t what he deserves.
Stopped the pills, the lines, the booze,
Nuthin’ left but a mind to lose.
A bang outside, he dives to the floor,
Though he doesn’t know what for.
Kid with a cherry bomb in the street,
Shattered soul, white as a sheet.
Collects himself, don’t you fear,
The bang that’s ringin’ in his ear.
LDT Independence Day ‘21
Dedicated to Dave and Bill
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Never having had to fight in a war, I realize how lucky I am…not just to feel safe, but to have been protected without those horrors many bring home with them.
Thanks. I’m going to post some of my old articles to the blog so you will start seeing duplicates. That way they will turn up easier an search engines and I can repost on the Montana Histories, Mysteries, Memories and Memorabilia Facebook page. https://www.facebook.com/groups/586580124686773/?multi_permalinks=4555347157810030¬if_id=1624993365489271¬if_t=feedback_reaction_generic&ref=notif