Written by: Barbara Gorelick

He had a mother who held him tight
Tucked him in his little bed at night
         Now he is forgotten
He had good years and a loving wife
Then came the time of war and strife
         Now he is forgotten
His soul refused to handle killing
His mind confused and then unwilling
         Now he is forgotten
In doorways he hides his face away
Few lucid moments refuse to stay
         Now he is forgotten
Perhaps sometime in a different place
God will grant him a warrior's grace
          Remembering  his sacrifice

Written for a friend who has Post Traumatic Stress
Syndrome and cannot function in society