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Free at Last ><> • He thinks back to a time, when he was so young. M-16 on his shoulder, around his neck dog tags hung Dense jungles made thin, by what they had sprayed. His mind  drifts to home, and the places he played. He thought he was melting, in heat so intense. His skin bubbled and scorched, did this war make sense? C-rations his food, his appetite gone. Becoming so thin, but he had to stay strong! Numb now to fear, the battle raged on. Back home they were screaming,"Get out of the Nam" Hendrix and Dylan, The Stones and The Doors. His music of choice, during his tours. Snakes in rice paddy's,snakes in the trees. Mosquitos so thick, filled with disease. Rats in bunkers, searching for scraps. 45 automatics, the better rat traps. Sleeping in shifts, in holes dug chest high. Claymores out front, M-60's close by. Shrapnel flying, from rocket attacks. Diving for cover, no time to relax. Sneaky little enemy, they called them VC. Living in tunnels, so hard to see. Dressed in black, like everyone there. They were all over, just didn't know where. Home from it all, he no longer fit in. So he stayed in a stuper as war raged within. Three decades of anguish, then came that day. He was finally rescued, and shown a new way. A Savior from heaven said give me your pain, give me your sin, let none remain. I love you, you see, you've suffered too long. Get under my wing, with me you belong. His chains were then broken and he was set free. Free from his sin and PTSD  Joy fills his heart, where once was just pain. His love for The Lord, he can not contain. Thank You Jesus      Dale M Totten
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