He climbed on the bus
With the rest of us.
He may have had a few
And he started to stew.
He started to bawl
As he told it all
About a rocket attack
That exploded behind his back.
His friend in the body bag
Was just a pair of shredded dog tags.
He had been standing where the rocket fell,
Blowing his body all to hell.
“I survived I know not why
I lived and he had to die.
Or did I?”
His buddy walked up to calm him down,
Yet he carried on, til his buddy knocked him out.
In those few minutes I understood and swore,
To always honor the men and women of that war.
They gave more than they should have had to
And are still giving, the brave and the few.
I understand the cost of that wall
But what is not written there, are those that didn’t fall.
These are the ones still paying each day,
Collateral damage so to say.
To these unfallen warriors and heros
Who carry this war with them daily in their night throes
Thank you and God bless,
Lay down your burden and I pray God give you rest.
The bus finally reached the base
We all climbed off with a little war taste.
The bus driver said he wouldn't report him and his mate
If they had the bus cleaned up by eight.
I walked to my room and said a prayer,
God let these men know, that we still care.
The next morning was a new day,
We got back on the bus and went our way.
The more I read your war poems the more you convince the futility of war in our today's world. We really have no enemies except for our greed which make us buy sell war and weapons.
Sometimes I think all of us from 'Nam are alone, here. Then I see a piece like this, and my self-worth improves. Thanks, Huck. But it's still a jungle. Thanks. Rex.
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !
Well written. Must have been terrible for these men to relive this nightmare over and over again...