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The Eclectic Pen - PTSD

By: Nora F. (nora777)   + 58 more  
Date Submitted: 4/18/2009
Last Updated: 9/2/2020
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 157
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PTSD Still so young, I�m just 18 But I suffer night and day My illness? It�s PTSD, Will it ever go away? I was a country boy, with chances slim For college and career Recruiters came to school To pour sweet poison in my ears. Your tuition? Paid in full! If you sign right here The army will take care of you You�ll never go to war. To my dismay I was deployed To the war zone of Iraq Death, destruction everywhere It could not be more bleak. We were told to raid a house each night The terrorists to catch But in the houses all we found were Kids, their moms, and dads. The men, we took away with us No reason did we give We left the women wondering if They�d ever be back alive. One time a baby cried and cried Because I�d hit her mom I could not take the guilt and shame And so discharged my gun And then that baby�s crying stopped It stopped forevermore It haunts me now, with all the rest Of my Iraqi war.

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