They’ve seen it all.
Innocent lives lost,
comrades being blown into pieces
in the name of peace.
After the war,
there is no escaping the plagues.
They keep coming back.
The suffering is covered up.
But the flesh-eating wounds remains open.
Can’t avoid the stress and the pain.
The nightmares won’t stop.
Post traumatic stress disorder.
Just a piece of you remains.
You left civilian life a man or a woman
but came back dead and buried
behind enemy lines.