American PTSDA Poem by NovaI curl up like a ball in my bunk sirens and shots resonate outside I pull the covers over my head screams and laughter fill the air I reach out for a familiar warmth helicopter blades swish above me I feel a body lean closer to me a hand takes mine and gives it a kiss I’m scared She says, “don’t worry.” I’d never thought I’d feel like this back home “It’s the 4th of July honey, they’re just celebrating.”© 2013 NovaAuthor's Note
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