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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 week, since the war began
Time really flies
For us
For Johnny, it's a time warp in hell
Frozen, in the sky.
No time concept
In war, as we know it
The sun rise and sets
The moon archs
Across the dark heavens.
Little Johnny, has noticed
All he wants, is to survive
Sleep, has not blessed him
He steals a nod, here and there
For he possess
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, were the atrocities
He witnessed there
Home ward bound, he brings
His thousand yard stare.
Well written but sad. When my brother-in-law returned from Vietnam, he went directly into a mental institution! He was truly frightening--giving my son, Doug, then two, an opened pocket knife, grabbing me around the throat when I went to wake him, urinating in the coat closet to 'avoid' the enemy. Some never get overcome that 'thousand-yard stare'.
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Love, :)Sandy
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Thanks for your comments :)!
Love, :)Sandy
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