![]() VietnamA Poem by .::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.![]() For My Dad![]()
He's wounded, Not of the flesh but of the soul
The war was bad. He was shot twice in the middle of a foreign jungle.
He got hurt, Almost killed but those physical wounds have mostly healed, while he's left with the internal pain for the rest of the time he can feel. All to serve his country.
I can't imagine the images that still exist in his head. Everyday seeing the replay of the dead bodies laying in a pool of each others blood.
He was so young but man enough to survive.
No kid, not even a man should have to do what he did.
No kid, not even a man should have to see what he saw, in those many days of Vietnam. © 2008 .::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.Author's Note
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5 Reviews Added on September 4, 2008 Last Updated on September 4, 2008 Author.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.Somewhere I need to be down in, ARAboutMy Name is Rebekah but everyone calls me Beck or Beckah or my fav Cup^E^Cake & I was born in Ohio but Raised in the south. My poems are about things that really happend some where in my life weather .. more..Writing
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