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Nightmares. (for all vets)

Young boy gets off the plane,
where he thinks this is a game.
Far away in a far away place,
not knowing, what he is going to face.

He doesn't yet have any fear,
not knowing in a while he may wind up dead.
These things have not sunk into his mind yet,
but soon things will happen that he will never forget.

A boy will become a man,
without being able to understand.
He wonder why he was  here,
about these people why should he even care.

He was trained to kill,
to be king of the hill.
In this country called Vietnam.
Hearing each dropped bomb.

When it came time to leave,
that this would be all over he did believe.
But when he got home,
he had never felt more alone

He knew he would never be the same,
when the nightmares first came.
Over the years his love ones ended up been hurt.
As he begin to doubt  own selfworth.

He knew his mind on him played tricks,
from his nightmares his mind picks.
Someday maybe better dreams would be found.
And to this guilt he wouldn't be bound.

@copyright2012george platt all rightsresvered


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