A Soldier's Wounded Message Poem by ronald stroman

I wonder…

if, she'll love me still

when she discovers,

I don't have any

Marine arms or Army legs,

and that I can't,

please/ her/ no more

the Navy way.

For me,

it's a whole different war,

layin' in this hospital bed,

with all these war medals.

It's like the Air Force;

delivered explosive ordinance,

on "all" the dreams I ever had,

for my life,

the day American Politicians,

sent me to war;

in the land of Afghanistan,

where important pieces of me:

came back missing,

that made me,

a special kind of hero… to my wife.