... The few, the proud, the disabled ...

Lying on a hospital bed, covered
with sheets of pain and memories,
he remembers when he took the
oath of office, swearing to defend

the Nation against all enemies,
foreign and domestic.  He recalls
the exact moment when time came
to a halt, when he became one of

the few, the proud, the disabled.
He didn't know it at the time, but
the enemy was in his own backyard:
the purple heart given as a thank you

for his sacrifice won't replace the
legs he lost, won't bring his buddies
back, won't pay the bills or put food
on the table.  He's waiting for the VA

to make a decision on his appeal ...
last time, they said he wasn't disabled
enough.  That was before this latest
infection:  he's got nothing but time.

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman (2/27)

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