PTSD – Outlaws, Outrages and Outright Lies

Homecoming

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 hisContinue reading “Homecoming”

Wild Bill

We never knew the cause of his pain, and some of us were quick to complain. His whole life was a pure hot mess, somethin’ to do with trauma and stress. Never had no job, lived all alone, didn’t have much to call his own. Sometimes he camped deep in the woods, Continue reading “Wild Bill”

Mortared Again

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 aContinue reading “Mortared Again”