Nightly my dreams are haunted

by never ending scenes of

war.  No scenes of positive,

uplifting joy, just blasted

husks of buildings, burned out towns,

tanks rolling, belching out flames.

Men struggling, so loud the sounds

which pound in my head.  It pains

me that I am still so tuned

to this hell that I have shunned.


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