Vets in the North and south kicked out of V.A. Hospitals

You know the highest honor given is also the coldest, faces become memories that can not be erased. 'Move on' how many times have I been given that direction, bridges and streets under pass, heat grates, cardboard boxes, not enough room in hospitals back to the street, not all there, kids dead a thousand times over, most frequent memory, what do I do now they made me a killer, who do I kill, I have not other skill set, you will move on,  it will get better, but not at night or when the mind fashes back to screaming or the smell of burning flesh. We write and touch the surface, but reality just fades, into the hollowed out faces of friends and yes even enemies lost forever.