The Veteran

By Richard L. Provencher

Fri, 24 Nov 2023
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He felt the old wound scars:

    joined the war of WW  11

    saw the blight  

    smelled the death

 

    his wound memory-dripped red

    in war no quarter given

    bombed-out villages

    TV sketches of bodies true.

 

After too many years

the horror behind his eyes

& inside his mind continue

to linger on this Nov. 11th day.

 

  

Certificate PG
Poem
A GRANDPA'S CORNER
Horror

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Tom Brown on

And sometimes you leave even an arm or an arm and a leg Behind, and even if you're lucky, and brought back from the war nightmares suffering and memories of horror and terror.

There will be no gratitude, sympathy is to be found in the dictionary somewhere between sh*t and s*philis.

Tom