From a commenter:
After visiting a retired friend who is waiting to die in a nursing home, I felt compelled to compose the following. Watching a once strong Warrior lie in bed wasting to nothing and wearing a diaper loaded with own stool almost sent me over the edge. Post if you like on main page. This friend is a Marine scout sniper/Army Ranger and has more than paid his dues in Korea, Vietnam and Desert Storm.
SONG OF A WARRIOR
I am a WARRIOR
You took my youth and vigor and sent me to fight your wars in lands far away. Your wars, not mine, but I stood proud and accomplished what was asked.
Many of my brothers did not return home, some came home, but only in parts. I came home but with physical and unseen scars.
My eyes and mind have seen and recorded the brutal horrors…
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