Survived Only Never Came Home the Same
Ribbons of confetti are streaming
out of the surviving building's with people hanging from them
And everyone to be seen in this
procession is both smiling happy
and partying to the sound of
accompanying victory triumphant
blarring music
As on this day glory be the war
is finally over and at an end
Our loved one's soldiers father
men son's and brothers will soon enough be returning and joining
us at home once again
So mother's clean and primp the
family home put fresh sheets on
the bed and cook whatsoever welcoming meal with rations
they have left
Expecting to greet with loving
embrace the loved one they so
missed who left
Only for a shadow of a former
self to return in place of them
instead
A virtual lookalike both framed the
same yet somehow different behind
eye's as if he was a distant stranger
taken over subservient to his past
Long before post traumatic distress
was deemed to be a clinical condition
Because alas roaming lost and confused dodging shell's and
ammunition is the only thing his
mind has become accustomed to
As to him a warn torn soldier
his home is no longer
the place he left or a place he
can return to
But the final resting place where
his brethren died in ernest and
as any soldier worth his salt knows
It's a dereliction of one's sworn
duty to never leave anyone behind
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