by R.T. Garner
Despite the battle’s embrace, they bravely stood,
The heroes of land, the righteous and good.
But the story doesn’t end on foreign shores,
For the struggles persist when the war closes its doors.
Neither drink nor drugs they seek,
Nor the shallow tales that make them weak.
The root of their pain runs much deeper still,
A seed planted in hearts, a void they cannot fill.
The young, completely in their prime,
Called to put their life on the line.
They sacrifice love and dreams untold,
Carrying burdens that can never be told.
Their souls wrestle with moral strife,
Haunted by actions that cut like a knife.
Then cast back into a world unknown,
With scarce resources and hearts turned to stone.
Amongst a world that cannot comprehend,
The reality they faced, the battles they defend.
They’re left to embrace themselves anew,
A world that may never comprehend the pain they knew.
So let us not judge or cast them aside,
But offer support as they try to confide.
For it’s in unity and understanding’s embrace,
That we can help them find comfort and grace.
Let’s seek true help, resources galore,
To help them heal and find hope once more.
For the root of their problem runs deep within,
And it’s our duty to aid and help them begin.
So let’s banish the shallow civilian fiction,
And show compassion for our brave veterans’ afflictions.
With open hearts and the desire to learn,
We can bridge the gap, and help their souls return.
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