As I stand in this world of nightmares,
I hear the screams
Of my men as they're cut down by enemy
tire.
Images of war and death consume my
every thought.
Sent to defend my country in a foreign
land
Against an unknown enemy
Hiking through miles of endless terrain,
forced to endure
The isolation and desolation of the
land.
The ungodly silence, only interrupted
by gunfire.
We fight for our lives, gunfire and
mortars
Raining down all around us.
We fight for our freedom, for our government;
Then we're pulled out!
Our government decides to call it quits,
so, we lost.
We lost the lives of many good men,
We lost the war that we never should've
entered.
We were thrown into a foreign land
to kill or be killed.
Our minds, bodies, and souls were constantly
subjected
To cruelties beyond imagination.
Scars of this war will never leave
us as a nation.
It will never leave those of us who
were there,
Those of us that endured all the horrors
of that war.
I live those years over and over again,
every day
Seeing the death and carnage of that
meaningless war.
Reality slipping away, becoming harder
to hold on to.
The nightmare is taking over completely.
All I hear is the screams of my men
dying.
The screams, the endless screams.
I'm all alone, but still I hear their
screams.
Then reality once again kicks back
in
And I find that I'm the one that's
screaming.
Wes Quick
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