Veteran Who Himself Had Shot
Veteran Who Himself Had Shot
Had a low number in a draft choice
One of first to go and did not rejoice
He had lived in a foxhole made in hell
After horrible fate upon him finally fell.
Yet still ever after he was sworn in
He would be willing to do it again
Foxhole full of discomfort had become
Returned home and would be a bum.
Ended up in park under bench table
He who joined service willing and able
Was lonely and no escape left for him
Killed himself one day when light was dim.
His body shook wherever you would look
And by heroin had been held by its hook
Which for him was truly so hard to bare
Whatever he did was downhill from there.
This story thought I should share with you
When a valiant veteran you happen to view
Remember in battle how hard he had fought
And then in the end himself he had shot.
This poem should make you think about the
plight of some Veterans. To know a veteran,
do you have to be one yourself. No, because
they are humans just like everyone else.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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