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When Johnny went marching,
Off to war,
A tear, he did his best,
To hide.
A handsome face,
masquerated, with a smile,
As he kissed, his sweetheart,
And love ones good bye.
two weeks since the war began,
Time really flies,
For us,
For Johnny it's a time warp in hell,
Frozen, in the skies,
No time concept,
In war, as we know it,
The sunrise and sets,
The moon arches,
Across the dark heavens.
Little has Johnny noticed,
All he wants, is to survive,
Sleep, has not blessed him,
He steals a nod, here and there.
For he possesses,
The thousand yard stare.
That handsome smile,
And cute sparkles,
In his eyes,
were all left behind.
When Johnny,
Comes marching home again,
Forgotten not, are the atrocities,
He witnessed there,
Home ward bound, he brings,
His thousand Yard stare.
By: William Bonilla......3/28/03
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I want to thank you for posting this on Veteran's Day, we do not do enough to thank the men and women who serve our country to protect our freedom.
I salute you, William!! Thank you for all the time you served in the armed forces.
Peace, love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Love,
Susan
Christine
God Bless all Veterans!
ET
Blessings,
Joyce B.
I hope they will be that proud of America a year after they return.
Georg
But when he comes limping home, far too many ignore him.
We must never forget Johnny, and we must start showing him some real respect, and helping him to find some real peace.
Thank YOU for remembering that boys go off to war and come home men: broken, wounded in body and spirit many times...that's if they come home at all. :( Powerful reminder.
The "Thousand Yard" stare got me--indeed. Thank you for YOUR service, if you're a Veteran. Welcome home, soldier, welcome home.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Newfie Hugs, Rose