The last Mile

A hero – someone of courage, great strength and nobility;
A man- yet godlike; One who is admired for all his greatness, and good qualities!
Never did I think of those things; about me,
I guess I should know, I have seen “Hero” in men while in the military.

With my youth nipping at my heels, and still green behind the ears,
My vote! Was! God first! Then damn to all my enemies.
Serve with great honor, which was the way I had been taught!
And great respect for those who sent me; - - - So! I fought.

I too - - - have lost my brothers and it makes me sad,
Remembering them, their elbows rubbing me at my side!
And as we forged new paths for all free men to follow;
I saw them fight and I saw them die, they were brave mates didn’t you know?

We were all just meager boys with childish chuckles,
When we first decided to serve!
But our voices depended bellowing out the words.
“Charge” Lets us all go forward!

There were those who, in boot who didn’t make it,
And other who had it hard, but giving up. . . .Well they just wouldn’t quit.
I made it through with all my mates,
And smiled proud on that day we all did graduate.

Now! I can testify that Boot was no real picnic,
And most men I know would curl up and cry real quick.
But me! And my mates! - - - we finally made it;
And we were not afraid to go and fight and make this land great.

It has been a long time for me since the days I served,
I lived! Had no regrets protecting this country I love.
There are times in a corner; that is where I find myself,
Haunted by flashbacks and the greatest need to cry and hurt myself.

You see I have had some loss of some brothers that I knew!
No! I was not in charge but we were obedient soldier that much is true.
It is not for me to question the where and the why,
But it hurts to see my brave brothers walk to their last mile.

By GtW 1o-28-o8 cc.

The poet

I grieve!

Yet emotions; excavate through my head.

I panic! . . . I can’t speak.

So I write of this open wound.

And I snitch the emotion that you, yourself could not convey.

These are the days that rejoice me!

But all my life here in a corner I sit,

Motionless!

No urge to move so Depressed!

One pint of blood seems to supply my brain,

Yet! . . . No breathe!

No oxygen gained!

So! I sleep till the next earth shattering moment comes!

Which! Could be brief!

Then armed with pen and paper,

The title comes.

Then aha; . . . Here it comes relief!

And now the words run free,

Like streams making their way to the open sea.

Now! . . . If this frequency does not flow,

This creature here! Will surely die;

And like so many others of his type,

Their emotions, their words, their insight,

Is the door to their annihilation!

So whenever you see one, please beware!

That! . . . That hearty creature delves deep into the human sphere,

Read his work carefully and then you will know

That the poet cares!

Written by Gtw