Must be poetry week

I sat this evening and wrote this poem. I really have nothing to write about. Had an inspection last week and did very well. Have not had any nicotene since the day I decided to quit. So really nothing to talk about. Well nothing that I can talk about anyway. So hope you enjoy this one.

THE EYES OF A SOLDIER
His eyes told a story that no one could know
All day he would hide it so it would not show
The echoes of gun shots ring through his head
Sometimes he hates it when it’s time for bed

His life was changed, drastically, so it would seems
His friends die beside him right there in his dreams
He wishes to save them as visions sadden his brain
The fighting the enemy the jungle and the rain

As he wakes from his bed, in a cold, cold sweat
He says dear Lord please don’t take me, I ain’t done yet
His life he would give to his country, his home
But he is just not ready for God to take him home.

Soldiers have a bond that joins them for life
Not like a mother, a son or daughter or wife
The bond I speak of is indescribably strong
Civilians don’t understand it, but these bonds last long

The unit stays together through thick and through thin
The battles do come to us, everyday over again
The battles will rage long after the war
The people the buddies the minds so sore

One thing is certain the one thing the same
No one person gets credit no one takes blame
The country is where it is for us today
Because of the soldier who in the mud did lay

As the sand is blowing and our eyes burn
This is our war, our time, it’s our turn
So to all of the Veterans of all other Wars
We got your backs so battle no more

Let the sad times go let the battles that rage
Live your life to the fullest let God turn the page
And when God comes calling, he will call your name
Go with him forever and show no shame

For the greatest ones of our country were the men just like you
Who fought for our freedoms and the Red, White, and Blue