Walking Dead

I made this poem in honor of Mrs. McDonald, Mrs. Trautsch, and their dad. I wrote this poem to say what is known but not understood. The people who go into the military are fighting to be free. If they come back from war, they can�t sleep because they

When the sons, husbands, fathers, and brothers have to go away to war,

you can't even believe what they will go through.

They do it for you, your freedom, and your country.

Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't, know what they're sacrificing.

Sometimes they don't have to.

Somehow they make friends while they are fighting their enemy.

They might make a bad choice in dealing with pain.

They might make a good decision when they cope with the difficulty.

The friends they may make may die.  That hurts the most.

They may look perfect, but on the inside they are about to fall apart.

That is why they come back walking dead.

Author's Note

I wrote this one at about 2005 maybe. I really like it but I don't know if I could ever get it perfect.