Often I walk through the house
wearing just my Army gear, half
naked with army fatigues on. A
face mask from when we were on
duty. This is who I am, hours of
Sergeant Milton first class.
I just hope nobody comes over or
wants to come into the door to
release my false pride. I've had
nightmares dreaming this might
Now that I'm leaving I'll leave most
things behind. A nap-sack fill with
photos of old friends . I'm sure I
will find something more valuable
than dressing in my uniform but it
fits the bill. Everything Army will
travel along with me.
I''ve seen life and war from different
countries and the pain, blood, violence
and dying was like speaking another
language, My friends know.