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
Sargent 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
happen and through me into compete
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 skivvies but for
now it fits the bill. Everything Army
will travel along with me.
I''ve seen life and war from my own
point of view, from different countries,
the way the pain, blood, violence and
disaster of dying was like speaking
another language, My friends know.