John's poems of...LIFE - LIVING &LOVE...JDJ

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My Friend Herb Elliot
he was a MARINE, for thirty years, and survived World War two
prisoner of War Camps, and
 I Respected this MARINE--quite ALOT


Herb actually he was my Patient when I was a Nurse
and many many Stories together he and I would CONVERSE


For Herb was eighty-TWO
and he had lung cancer but was so Brave strong and Motivated TOO


I took him out in the patio to Smoke
even almost up to his last days before he passed he said cigarettes are not going to BEAT HIM
as he had deep seeded trauma of the horrors of world war two,and the prisoner -of-War-camps that tortured HIM, but they 
never broke him and he survived and went home and his life he did--Survive--and--WIN


Herb
said a very few WORD

But always I remember the steely look in his EYE

fighting back to cry, as he said cigarettes will not do him IN
but so sadly cigarettes with lung cancer did do him in and took his Life and did WIN


The deep seeded trauma that folks have to live with and DEAL
from unhealthy addictions become their convictions and 
their life living and love is shortened and the
unhealthy vices of addictions their longevity robs and steals


We can never criticise another's choice
of unhealthy vices, for we never know the DEPTH, of their hurt and PAIN
as my --MARINE--Friend--MR-HERB, he fought his deep seeded trauma as survival the exact SAME


By John d JUNGERS
15--------MAY--------2018


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My friend Herb Elliot