As the night has just begun,
It would be a night that would bring us to an endless sleep.
Many of us had no one home, so we would all sing the Marine song, "This is my rifle; this is my gun." just to have fun
Knowing that many us would die;
that caused us to have a fear that ran deep.
Yes, to many of us this might be meaningless
But still to many it represented, "The battle of grief and pain."
These stories of war might go unheard
So please listen to their words, before many of them feel like
they are going insane
We can help get past this grief
Of knowing that many of their friends would never make it home
As we give them give this simple sense of peace
And so show them that we are here for them and they are not alone
By Frank Pulver Dec 19,2012
(Dealing with PTSD)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem