
The Ribbons on his chest
The thousand-yard stare
A DD-214
They told him DiDi Mau!*
*Get the @#%$ out of here!
An airplane, a ship, a bus, and a thumb
Crossing 8 time zones
The World.
No men in black pajamas
with AK’s
No thuds walking closer
No C-Rations with bad cheese
Resuming his cheap civilian ways
Among men with bone spurs
Mothers with answered prayers
Mothers with Gold Stars in the window
Pretty young round-eyed girls
Just like before
Waiting to write their Dear Johns
Riots in the streets
Protests at the gates
Of dead Camelot
Bad habits
Lucky Strikes, beer, a little dope
Fitting in
Job applications
Skills?
Rifleman, KW-7* repairman, potato peeler
*Sorry, it’s classified.
Desired position?
Something without mud, blood, or the creeping crud
GI Bill, college, home loans
Old men at the Legion
Talking glory, duty, country
Not his war
A bed
With clean sheets and a pillow
Then the demons come….
LDT October,12, ‘24
Main Menu- http://www.azrockdodger.com

ouch! It wasn’t all positive and easy.
LikeLike