Battle Scars
The young, man and women, their bodies battled scarred,
of those who lived to tell the tale, did not seek glory.
Hearts that knew not they fought in vain for the hungry,
those who fought their enemies bravely, often to the end.
They still wake in the night to imagined gunfire,
the dead and wounded lay on their bedroom floor.
Uniforms hand dusty on old hangers forgotten now,
yet nightmares linger and hopes of a new order dead.
A hero's welcome did not await them,
but still they went, still they fought and still they died.
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