I am a Vietnam Veteran with P. T. S. D.
Who has survived a bloody war 37 years ago,
And now with help I am being able to share
Of what I have learned and saw.
Felling the pain to be alone,
A If no has ever really cared.
When the nightmares begin,
No secrets only anger and fear.
The sweat soaking my pillow every night,
The sights and sounds, come alive.
The smell of gunpower, B-40 rocket's,
Recalling the raining thunder and fire.
I fell soon my enemy will no longer be within.
I am grateful for this opportunity to be a member
Of some of the strongest and bravest men,
In My Group of Vietnam Veterans with P. T. S. D.
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