We can't escape the bad or the good done in a life.
Shadows
My sister told me. "You have changed.
" She told me. "You saw too much s**t and your mind and eyes are cold.."
I told her,. "War isn't personal. You do what you are
told. Try to forget and move on"
I kissed her
forehead. I told her. "War was easy. This world falling apart around me. I
don't know what to do.? That the crazy s**t I don't understand."
Up in the morning before five. We don't
need no sunshine. Organization, discipline, three
square meals a day. Old SGT. say. "It will be all
OK."
Young boss at work
asked me too many questions. I told him it is not for
him to understand.
When
you stand tall at attention. Salute a M-16, boots and helmet of a dead soldier. You join a club. The soldiers that lived must carry on with their buddies stories and memories. Drink a beer on the day of their friends death. Can't allow them to be forgotten. .
Lying on cold ground. Waiting for a hidden enemies. You slapped
your magazine to insure it is loaded right. You light
up a cigarette and hope all things will be alright.
Going to Iraq with my gun.
Going to kill some Iraqi sons.
Generals sent Division of soldiers.
Names don't matter. Reaching for more stars.
Mama and Papa sit by the phones. Wife and
family pray for the day their soldier come home safe and sound.
Soldiers talk about kids and woman.
Takes up most of our time.
No-one talks of dying. Ain't no race or religion. Protect your
friend back and he watched your back.
Soldier do right and wrong things.
A lucky man can walk away from all the s**t and forget.
The shadow of war find
you one day.
I stood
with a mother of my friend killed in Iraq. She held me
up. I saluted her son's gravestone.
I go to the corner
bar with other Veterans. Drink to friends not here
and missed.
Maybe baby sister is right. The shadows are always with me.
we have this vision of what happens "over there". then the folks "over there" come back here, we throw a parade and then tell em to f**k off because we have better things to do. The war against the enemy is just a war against people who were raised by different fathers and mothers, different gods and rules.
and that creeping shadow of war..s**t man i dont even know that f****r..but i know guys and gals who do, and he is a rancid drinking buddy who runs his fingers down a scar on his face and reminds you you havent seen the s**t like he has. well f**k him.
never any mistakes in a coyote piece...just reality that makes real go...damn that s**t is real.
This was a very moving piece. Every piece of yours I read reveals a deeper understanding of the world and the way things change, yet stay the same. Thank you for your service. You are an honor to our country.
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11 Years Ago
Thank you for reading. A hard poem to write. Some words must be written down to understand life and.. read moreThank you for reading. A hard poem to write. Some words must be written down to understand life and death.
11 Years Ago
I can understand that. I know there are many things I've only made sense of after I wrote it all out.. read moreI can understand that. I know there are many things I've only made sense of after I wrote it all out.
It is good that the soldiers have the bonds you do, and the friendship and the trust. But to have a light in the darkness, first there must be darkness.
we have this vision of what happens "over there". then the folks "over there" come back here, we throw a parade and then tell em to f**k off because we have better things to do. The war against the enemy is just a war against people who were raised by different fathers and mothers, different gods and rules.
and that creeping shadow of war..s**t man i dont even know that f****r..but i know guys and gals who do, and he is a rancid drinking buddy who runs his fingers down a scar on his face and reminds you you havent seen the s**t like he has. well f**k him.
never any mistakes in a coyote piece...just reality that makes real go...damn that s**t is real.
THIS IS AMAZING... I love the detailing of how your sister is right, and how you don't get to complain about dying in war, your sister says that you weren't acting yourself, in the end, you realized that she's right! Amazing piece!
A Poet and writer who love to read and write.
My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words.
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