Excellent Ghosts of Veterans Day by Walter L. Jones

Some move forward Other ride the grates cold How is it the soldier Dies a hundred deaths After the war Is it the soul that moves Core as solid as time Yet the battle scars Are often mind riddled Gunfire solves little Just images dancing So many thoughts So much hurt Faces all dead March on Hundreds in dreams And hundreds more In dreams yet to come Still the lunch is free The stories warm The memories fade A pat on the back Thank you For your service

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