War Is a Bad Dream
War Veteran
Wanting
All
Reminders
Vanished
Eliminating
Thoughts
Every
Recollection
Agonizing
Never-ending
Little brother to big brother I had to ask, lol
Q: What was it like to kill someone?
A: The first one was like shooting at a target in training
Q: What was it like to get shot in the head?
A: Like getting hit with a baseball bat
Q: Were you afraid?
A: Yes, all the time
Q: Can I have your Purple Heart?
A: NO!! lol
I watched my brothers soul change from innocent
To, memories, thoughts and feelings of killing another
At the time with no remorse yet after years of remorse and
Mental pain never being able to forget!
That becomes one constant Bad Dream still fighting
A war that will never end! Mental wounds of war!
Still to this day I thank God I never had to go into battle and see what he saw!
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2019
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