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The voices screaming in my head.
Memories flash, I dream of the dead.
The touch of life, I await my orders tonight.
I lay here, pillow soft, I fight the fright.
God reminds me of what I've done.
It moves me forward, the fuel to run.
Like an angel of death, these hands of blood.
No mercy, my power and rage consumes like a flood.
Then the rain stops, calm but damaged I am.
The changes I take, God damn Uncle Sam.
But my loyalty is his to keep.
Everywhere I go, the blood will seep.
Grass grows green, flowers bloom.
The thoughts I have, the mortars boom!
Everyday, yet here I stand,
The trumpets fade, this life god brands.
Scarred but mobile, the strength of man.
The force to move on, the determination, I can.
Help me stand, my knees are weak.
Help me find, the answer I seek.
Donald E DeLoach