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He holds his emotions tightly and close to his vest

Memories well guarded like an old family recipe

The ravages of war having its way with his mind

His sentiments about war remaining clandestine

Hidden deeply slumbering hidden in his psyche

These feeling released at night wildly screaming

In the midst of a horrendous nightmarish dream

Or by distant fireworks heard on the Fourth of July     

But mostly he guarded a profound resentment with

A nation that sent him to that stupid fruitless war

As well as his fellow vets proclaiming its virtue.