PTSD

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He’s at home in his bed,

His wife at his side.

But he finds himself in battle,

As he opens his eyes.

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The enemy is upon them,

His friends are all dying.

So he fights with all he has,

While his insides are crying.

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There! Don’t you see?!

An enemy to his side!

So he raises his gun,

And he shoots the damn guy!

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A scream pulls him back,

And he sees what he’s done.

He’s back in his kitchen,

Where he just shot his own son.

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A/N: If interested then the following link is to a website where you can make a donation to help soldiers dealing with PTSD:

http://ptsdusa.org/support-u/make-a-donation/