STOIC VET ( a poem)
Observe that soldiers hold their tongues
Say little or nothing of their wars
Their own prescription for PSD
Besides no one comprehends.
Why relive how you left your heart
In bush and holes under enemy fire
And saw your comrades stop their lives
Not coming home with you.
All they can do to stand in cold
As bugles sound, flags crisply fly
Their tears held in for many years
Slip out today glistening on skin.
Still wondering what war was like
Politely we invite response
Intentional eyes look long at ours
And softly say, "I'd rather not."
© Ron Unruh, November 2016
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