John Elder


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.

AS THE PLANES ROARED ABOVE US IT GAVE US HOPE IN THAT HOUR OF BEING ALONE. WITH THE PASSING OF EACH DAY WE ALL KNEW WE HAD PAID THE COST. ALONE IN THE HORROR OF THE STORM.

KNOWING THE END OF THE STORM IS COMING NEAR MANY BRAVE BROTHERS STAND WATCH OVER US FROM ABOVE. THEIR MEMORIES FOREVER WILL BE WITH US AS WE STAND ALONE IN THE HORROR OF THE STORM.

ALL WE ASK OF YOU OUR GREAT NATION IS NOT TO FORGET OUR BROTHERS WHO ARE FOR EVER LOST IN THE HORROR OF THE STORM.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 20, 2013

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The Poem was written as a healing process for myself. I am a Desert Storm Veteran dealing with PTSD.

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