A soldier rarely rests,
And leaves no one behind.
Even when it's time to sleep--
He can't turn off the images in his mind.
Of the battle that day,
And the one coming tomorrow--
Buddies he's lost,
He reflects on in sorrow.
The horrors he's seen
Will stay with him forever,
Roadside bombs, innocent civilians killed--
He follows orders pulling the trigger or a lever.
Some come home missing arms and legs,
While others are intact--
But they're all wounded warriors,
PTSD problems are a very real fact.
We need to thank him
For his service, and get him the help he needs,
Before it's too late
And he becomes another war casualty.
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