Why is it that those who did the least
in the Armed Forces are the most
vocal about the “achievements”
they did? How many engagements
were you forced to endure?
None? Never even deployed I am sure.
Yet, you are so full of yourself,
proud as a peacock, little puff.
Why don’t you sit down, shut up,
for it’s getting way to deep
for me. It’s one thing to be proud,
vain is another story. You should
take a cue from the one sitting
in the corner just stewing,
yet keeping his mouth shut.
I will tell you he has seen some shit
and you don’t hear him a yelling
it out at the top of his lungs, spilling
his guts to every person who will listen.
Not everyone can comprehend when
they hear about the realities faced
on the battlefield, bloody laced
webs spread across the land
of the sun soaked sand.
Some things are meant to be shared
only with brothers, not openly bared.
©2018
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