memorized me; memorial we

It was June 21 when my chains claimed the floor
The uniform now wrinkled with blood like before.
I was handed a paper read DD-214
Then told that was my time, shown the door.
My unit still stayed out for days and relentless nights.
Bushwacked and Reagan'd, no reason to fight.
We sold these guys the bullets now aimed just right
If tomorrows were coming the days had no light.

My new name is Veteran, and I was both proud and ashamed
For filling my duty out in the three mad men's names.
Before I was removed, on the ground there lay a doll.
I looked just too closely, no life in her eyes at all.
She once handed us olives and rice from her home
I searched my mind for her name, just "casualty" so alone.

Where is the truth when justifications are lies..
Or rewritten history. To make it sound JUST this time.
In no world does a child need to so cruelly die
Because of a man at a desk telling lies..he tries still to hide history
So children can die.

I was proudest of the kindness my unit would show
Delivering water though the general screamed, No!!
Despite our role to blindly follow a teen trained in the world in mere weeks.
Humanity shown brightly as the deepened love won't retreat.
Maybe our children will one day be facing rifle barrels
This doll on the ground was six and she mattered.
I thought that I could never carry my one day child
Knowing the bushwacking remains as a future flows wild.

Send me to Flanders and place poppies on my grave
When I die they will say it was for freedom, but I'll know I died a slave.
Remembering each generation as the one before.
There's always money in creating a war.
This generation nor the one before
Never existed either in or close to war.


Ratmando, USN veteran....my last duties involved cataloguing body parts from the explosion of the space shuttle, that was famous for having McAuliffe aboard. HAppy memorial day.
When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.

Henry David Thoreau

Comments

  • freshymadfreshymad Posts: 54
    Thank you from the depths of my soul for serving our country and for touching me with your words; words that I know help heal you as does music. Your strength moves me to the core.
  • ratmandoratmando Posts: 347
    You made me blush and sniffle at that same time.. Bluffle? Snish? I'm honored to have you as one of the people I was serving.
    When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.

    Henry David Thoreau
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