I have tasted war and it taste like hell
With the memory of all those who fell.
They said we won, placed medals on me
Fighting for the lady known as liberty.
At night the memories fill my dreams
I’ll never forget all the horrific screams.
My dreams are violence all covered in red
I often wish that I could be dead.
They say I’m a hero but all I can say
I wish the memory would just fade away.
In the name of freedom I went off to fight
in the name of God I pray I was right.
To the spoils of war all I can say
God there must be another way.
I survived the war but passed on the victory dance
Because war is something I shall never romance.
Written for Deborah's contest in honor
of my Son Cody and all the other brave
Souls who face the horrific memories of