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Purple Heart

They said it was for wounds received as they pinned it to my chest, but the wounds they couldn't see were far worse than the rest. They took away my childhood dreams of peace and harmony. They took away my dreams of love and made a monster out of me. My friends all say I've changed somehow I'm not the boy they knew. I know they're right for that boy died in a green hell called Pleiku.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/8/2009 12:07:00 AM
Lary, All gave some. Some gave all. Welcome home Brother. Not all wounds bleed. Some will never see the recognition of their hurt. No Purple Heart for PTSD. God Bless, Will
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