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John Elder Poems
A Way Back
Step by step we forge along, through a program when finished, will take us home. Six weeks of classes, medications and fun, in six weeks new life will have begun. Eighteen men, who lost their way, come together with something to say. Inability to cope, distraught and even a tear, are some of the symptoms that brought us here.
THE SADDEST ACRE IN AMERICA
Before reaching the new gravestones in Arlington National Cemetery's it's easy to recognize why a simple, quilted, patch of green grass and white stones buried alongside the quiet banks of the Potomac River troubles the heart. As one spends time in the section you can't help but breathe the restless cloud of uneasiness that hangs over the calm symmetry of the graves. Your eyes lie; you actually "see" the pieces of shattered hearts and lost ambitions scattered across the manicured grounds. Names etched into fresh marble tell the sad tale of those young men and women of early varsity players benched early in the game. ‘Section 60' is America's promise to honor its warriors for first serving, and then dying, in the strange dusts on foreign soil. Fathers, mothers, widows and children are all lost as they chase the ghost of vanished love inside the shadows of a sinister fog.
THE HORROR OF THE STORM
AS WE LAY IN OUR BUNKERS THE SOUND OF THE ARTILLERY ROLLED LIKE THUNDER ON A SUMMERS DAY AS THE BULLETS HIT THE GROUND AROUND US IT SOUNDS AS THE SUMMER RAIN. ALTHOUGH WE WERE TOGETHER WE EACH WERE ALONE IN THE HORROR OF THE STORM. WE WERE YOUNG AND SET WITH DETERMINATION ON GETTING THE JOB DONE ME AND MY RIFLE WE ARE THE DEFENDERS OF OUR COUNTRY AND TO THE REPRESSED. WE WENT WITH OUT QUESTION TO DO ARE BEST WITH NO FEAR IN THAT FOG ALONE IN THE HORROR OF THE STORM.
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A Way Back
Step by step we forge along, through a program when finished, will take us home.
Six weeks of classes, medications and fun, in six weeks new life will have begun.
Eighteen men, who lost their way, come together with something to say.
Inability to cope, distraught and even a tear, are some of the symptoms that brought us here.
Once among soldiers of the finest breed, together we push forward to succeed.
Who is the culprit, might to blame, PTSD bears the name.
The ravages of trauma may well be, but we'll beat the odds that will set us free.
Free to live, free to love, as ...