. ''The willingness with which our young people are likely to serve in any war,no matter how justified,shall be directly proportional as to how they perceive the veterans of earlier wars were treated and appreciated by their nation'' --George Washington--
Monday, 25 December 2006
Happy Christmas.
I wrote this poem `Christmas Time` you guessed it at Christmas time, this is because my PTSD will not allow me to relax and enjoy a holiday, I have to become depressed as usual and feel sorry for myself, like I do daily, like I feel right now.
JOHN OPENED HIS EYES ON CHRISTMAS DAY A SEASON OF GOODWILL TO ALL SOME SAY
OVER 30 YEARS NOW SINCE THAT CHRISTMAS DAY THAT HE HELD HIS FRIEND IN HIS ARMS HIS LIFE EBBING AWAY
25TH DECEMBER 1967 A 19 YEAR OLD MARINE SLIPPED QUIETLY AWAY TO HEAVEN
JOHN CRIED SO MUCH IN THE JUNGLE THAT DAY THAT THEY SENT HIM TO THE REAR NOT IN A SLEIGH
BUT A HELICOPTER FULL OF INJURED DYING MARINES WITH IV'S IN THEIR ARMS, THEY ARE STILL IN HIS DREAMS
HIS GRANDSON SAID `GRANDPA, LOOK WHAT I GOT GRANDPA THANK'S`
AS HE TORE OPEN HIS PRESENT CONTAINING TOY SOLDIERS AND TANKS
WITH A TEAR IN HIS EYE JOHN WENT BACK TO HIS ROOM
HIS GRANDSON SAID `PLEASE PLAY WITH ME, WHY ARE YOU LEAVING SO SOON? `
JOHN OPENED A SHOE BOX INSIDE HIS MEDALS AND A CARD
HE TREMBLED AND HE SOBBED TEARS MAKING IT SO HARD
TO READ THE WORDS HIS FREIND HAD WROTE THAT DAY IN VIETNAM
HAPPY CHRISTMAS JOHN ENJOY NEW YEAR IN THE REAR
FROM A FELLOW NEW YORK YANKY
DAN.
© Mack (RG)"Every day feels like the day of a funeral"
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