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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


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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