Long Way From Home
by Lisa Hilbers
Thursday, December 15, 2005
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Long Way From Home
He was a long way from home; Nobody
understood this more than he did- Well unless
it would be all those that were here with him-
At the moment though, he was busy wiping the
sand from his stinging face- Taking a mental
inventory of the limbs he was born with, and being thankful they were all still intact- and useful
He had grown up listening to his Dad and buddy's
jungle stories of Vietnam- Getting glances of the
old black and white photos as they passed them
from one to another;
Was destiny what led him here? Did he just assume that when he reached the age of enlistment, he would do so without question, and
so that is what he did? At this point, did it
really matter at all?
There was a quiet among the men; He knew this sound; Recognized it as one in the same
hushness that could be heard in his childhood
livingroom when those guys would speak of
their coming home. It was a blanket of heavy
thickness. Not warm and cozy; just heavy- Then
there was that lump; That damn choking,
painful lump that would form in your throat. They
had spoke of that too- Hearing about it; and
experiencing it was traumatic by difference.
To forget its first visit, would prove impossible. It
could form day after day, but the first time was
reality's mind-boggling blast. One of the guys
went out on patrol, and never came back; He
found him, or what was left of him anyway. No
it wasn't the only time he'd seen death; But it
was the first time he'd witnessed it so personally.
He felt sorrowful, not really for the one he'd found, but for the little boy that he was making
plans to take to the zoo, and build sandcastles on
the beach with when he got home, next Spring.
The little boy in the photos that was passed around in our own circle. Yeah, that's the lump
I'm referring to, that suffocating, 'not able to throw
it up' watermelon sized tumor that seemed to rise
out of nowhere. One could think it may have been issued as part of the uniform, but not listed
for one to read of its presence. Maybe it was one of those classified secrets, nobody tells of, until
years later when it's still there and they are trying
their best to get rid of it. Either way, it was a
He felt the sweat pour from his chin, although it was mid-20's by degrees.
"You know they say this is going to be another
"It is," he said, not looking onto the face from
where the statement came.
Was it destiny that led him here, or does it really
matter at all?
© Lisa Hilbers
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|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|A very sensitive and moving write!
Birgit and Roger
|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*®
|A very moving poem Lisa.
"A long way from home,
The soldier cries
And dreams of Christmas
In loved one's eyes"
May God bless them all.
Love & Light,
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Exceptional slice of life through a soldier's eyes; you capture each nuance and make the reader experience it right along with them. Bless you for the talent to make us truly understand what it is to fight for our nation and why we sacrifice our lives for that precious freedom we enjoy today. As a veteran, I thank you for never forgetting--a keeper you've penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|I agree with Sherry! You must have been a soldier Lisa!;-) This is an incredible write, one that wrenches the heart and soul, but it also makes me all the more, honor our brave soldiers who fight against all odds to keep us a nation that cares for all people, not just ourselves,as some whiners want us to. Thanks!
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|I am always amazed at how clearly you seem to see through the eyes of a soldier, perhaps you have been one in several past lifetimes. Soldiers are an interesting breed; many of them are not comfortable doing anything else. But that lump, you have found the unspoken burial ground of fear and heartache. It just sits there as a constant reminder of all that is lost in war and all that would be lost without it. It is the pride and it is the shame of all who are soldiers. God bless them all and all who came before them, for they have given me this life that I cherish so deeply. Wonderful write, Lisa, you just never lose your golden touch.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Always a good read from you; very well done, dear heart!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|As always excellent work Lisa!!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Back to what you do best, I see.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This is reality writing at it's very best and gives just a slim thread of what it must be like as a soldier on enemy soil. You honour them well Lisa. Thank you.