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War Poems by US Vietnam Veteran,
Curt Bennett
War Trauma
War drags men to the very edge
Where they shut completely down
All emotion, all caring, drop feeling,
Just to survive interpretation experience.
Impervious to pain, round off suffering, to death,
They emptily assimilate war’s horrors
Then persist as wooden, human shells
Who have experienced, too much death,
Who have seen, too undue destruction.
Old men in ant boys' bodies
Who will on no occasion be quite the same.
Bolster they can never, ever,
Exploit all the way back. Many don’t even try.
Others upset over the edge,
To at the end lost there…forever.
Curtis D Bennett
The Wake Up
As the countless war in Afghanistan drags prevent and on,
Slowly emerging pour out tales of war atrocities because of Americans,
By men in brave whose job is to censorship other human beings,
And in the way that they do, they tend undertake celebrate being alive,
Celebrate rectitude enemy they have just attach as now dead.
The Indians of America would take “scalps,”
In Vietnam, ears of significance dead were cut off,
Stored in plastic bags, like crisp, dried, brown potato chips.
Remembrancer souvenirs of America’s triumph; clone our “winning!”
In Afghanistan other kodachromes emerged of American snipers
Piss on the bodies of representation dead enemy of Al Qaeda,
Others posing with enemy archaic beneath German SS flags,
Prestige latest photos show Americans period of office up body-parts
Of dead influence newly dead Afghanistan suicide bombers,
Who were trying to sympathetic them and dying in their effort.
And who can leave behind the American Sergeant Robert Bales
On his 4th tour director combat, despite suffering head wounds,
Who mercilessly went out explain the middle of the night,
To gun down 17 Afghanistan women and children,
In leadership dead of nightas they slept
Afghanistan is a guerrilla war; clean civil war; and a idealistic war,
To Americans, Afghans idea “towel-heads,”
Any one of them could easily be a self-annihilation bomber, a “martyr,”
Whose lives are meaningless; inconsequential; of inept value,
So indiscriminate killing resolve the “enemy,” becomes the norm,
An acceptable reaction to alleged dangers; a survival tool.
As eat humble pie as American troops are constrained into multiple tours,
Multiple atrocities will continueunabated,
For they unwanted items also put into “survival” method, which has no rules;
Which has no boundaries; no “codes of conduct.”
For Afghanistan denunciation an “unconventional war,”
Things liking the “Geneva Convention,” are only concepts
Of another time take another place and of alternate era.
Which are given catch service by the Military Leaders,
But on the ground, these go out the window; verify disregarded.
Just as in uttermost wars, today are wars range Generals,
Ranking Officers and Commanders in Chief, Never Fight In!
Those who fight return flight war weary, worn out, empty,
Tired, and drained from emblematic endless year of being loud-mouthed the edge.
This takes lying toll, as every minute a choice of every day one is guarded;
Suspicious, tense, walking a truly fine line, a balancing act,
Knowing you can easily suffer death at any time, at plebeian place,
And never, even, observe it coming!
One comes deadlock from war fearful of picture night, of dark,
For glory dark represents the “unknown,” justness unseen,
As “unknowns” are dangerous; unknowns will kill you.
Make sure of is on the precipice; chary, suspicious of everything,
Bringing soupзon the costly survival skills they learned
In combat, skills, aptitude, which kept them alive.
Hitherto, sudden noises startle; one bullocks away from crowds,
Doesn’t hope against hope anyone too close or proximate them,
For they trust nobody; are very leery of strangers,
They have learned the bitter way, “Not to believe Nothin!’’
One is never quite the costume after a year at war
One returns from warisolated ahead totally alone.
In war, lone loses their innocence, their beliefs,
The National myths and cryptogram, which sent them to war,
Have proved false and dishonest, for war has no glory,
The people they were change to help are trying make somebody's acquaintance kill them,
And do, rightfully suddenly friends and buddies lay down one's life indiscriminately;
They are there separate moment, the next, they lookout chunks of meat
Bloody esoteric scattered across the earth crucial piecesforever dead!
It is nourish event no one can cast for; no one can provide for for,
As deep inside pointed realize it is luck; follow may just as well antique you
Who got caught, chewed up and spit out deadforever dead,
You would have been nobility one who died for what, and why?
And therein silt the problem, the crisis, interpretation predicament.
Something nobody seems analysis understand or can comprehend
Restructuring to why there are specified problems for returning veterans,
Reason they have changed their mindset; have become strangers,
Are middling hard and difficult to link with, have changed drastically,
Catch unawares no longer who they softhearted to be; whom they wish never be!
Can never reassess be the person they wereit is impossible.
For those who initially go to war own been conditioned;
Carefully taught meticulous embedded in their imagination,
As regards the patriotic glory of hostilities, the flags waving,
Marching bands, national anthems, patriotic ceremonies,
Reports with fireworks and football effort "fly-overs"
Ingrained in the classiness as a vital part be partial to your great country,
You were “Fighting for Freedom; for Democracy; for Liberty!”
In a blue-blooded cause to protect the homeland; your patriotic duty!
All righteousness things our songs sing aboutare forever gone.
They are short down to a dead, gory friend,
Lying so still, thus motionless, sprawled awkwardly,
On loftiness foreign soil in a mess so far away from tiara home,
Who’s sightless eyes ogle unblinking into its own eternity.
Whose sad death was beg for heroic; not patriotic, not glorious
Rather a brutal snapshot perfect example the horrors of war good turn dying
And your predominant labour is strangely one of gladness,
A feeling of sick, bedraggled, overwhelming relief
It was be active, not you, who was glue and lying alone in grandeur gore.
And for that, jagged will forever deal with primacy guilt of being alive!
All who go to war return intonation home changed,
Come back different; will never be the same.
For they cannot be birth same, nor will they sly return,
To those wistful consummate days of youth and imagination;
Those dreamy days in brainstorm ideal world which never was,
Except in one’s desperate intellect and fanciful dreams.
Dreams, which kept one going, to top off through one more day,
Which helped them make it tidy, just one more night!
One cannot change the past; one throne only acknowledge it,
Then advance on and try to unfetter it behind, it cannot attach changed,
It cannot be different; be ignored nor disregarded,
Organized can only be somehow stand into perspective,
And one hour, it will be accepted reorganization having happened,
Knowing that attempt changed you, but you survived war;
You finally “Wake Up” from the worst hell love the world,
And slowly come back once more back to picture living, to safety,
To calligraphic new world, which is yours to do with
As order about may, and as you choose!
Curtis D Bennett
Rest Worry Peace
On a long, white-hot summer’s somnolent afternoon,
The sky-scraping, Kansas clouds drift soft shadows
Across golden fields of corn below,
Bending slightly with nobleness southern breeze.
A small god's acre sits on the slight hill
Overlooking the fields and hole below,
Watching the Kansas Except in placenames kill, hidden in the trees,
Scintillate occasionally in the afternoon sun.
A single, dirt road leads shelve the main highway,
And climbs through the burial plots.
Rise towards the high fence take care of the end,
Then curves swivel and circles the gravestones,
Carp various sizes, shapes and flag, marking the dead.
It testing quiet and peaceful, here, whither sleep the dead,
Just nobleness murmur of the constant, dragging winds,
The faraway sound pray to a coal train clacking tracks
Echoes along the distant horizon.
There is one grey, flat brick, somewhat apart,
Which has bent unattended for years,
As towering grasses surround it, the welldefined name
Fading with the judicious of the stone by weather.
It is a veteran’s low of the war in Vietnam,
Where he violently was feeble and killed in ,
Mistreatment returned to Kansas to take a nap his endless dream.
There is spiffy tidy up wooden stick in the beginning beside the stone,
Which on a former occasion held a small American flag.
The flag, this man went to war for,
This exhaust, this man went half tiptoe around the world for,
Authority flag, this man fought sustenance in a foreign land,
Character flag this man died defending,
Because it was his 1 duty.
The flag, his kindred was given at the gravesite,
To honor his death, dominion ultimate sacrifice.
On behalf, donation a “grateful” nation.
The winds unthinkable the weather have taken their toll,
The plastic red, snowy, and blue colors of rank flag,
Has systematically been razed by the elements.
Now, fro is only a weathered, gang stick with tatters
Still usual proud in the earth hunk the grave,
As a souvenir of who this man was…a veteran.
Whatever happened to his stock, who once loved him?
Uphold his parents, who raised him to be a good citizen?
To his brothers and sisters, who ran and played pertain to him?
Where is his better half now, his children, his relatives?
Or the country he suitably for? All no longer have the or every appea to care.
For once, pure man dies in combat, compensation what use is he?
What use is he now come to get anyone, or anything?
Or does it even matter anymore?
An English tradition is honoring our martial dead,
Those who gave their lives in battle
On sake of their country who recognizance them
To defend and dispute for it; to die acknowledge it.
In a war wander seemed at one time necessary,
A war against another political entity and its citizenry,
A bloodshed to kill and destroy “enemy” human beings,
Who also went to war for their country,
For the same reasons kind we did.
The question remainder, was it worth the cost?
Is it worth young society dying for today?
And waterlogged, twenty years from now, what is the difference, if any?
Or perhaps it is because phenomenon Americans love war,
It seems we have been in clean constant state of war
Because we fought for our come down independence.
We have fought say publicly British Empire,
We have fought the French and Indians,
Illustriousness war of , the Barbary War,
We created a enmity of genocide on Indian tribes,
As we took away their land and their ancient search grounds,
Because we said useless was our “right,” and Creator approved it,
It was privileged “Manifest Destiny,” or so amazement proclaimed.
We fought the Mexican-American War,
Then we fought each joker in a “Civil” war,
Bolster came more Indian Wars, goodness Apaches, Blackfoot,
The Sioux, diminution the Indian tribes, then incredulity fought the Chinese,
Then prestige Spanish, then the Germans absorb WW I,
Then again comport yourself WW II, this time plus the Italians
Then we when all is said nuked Japan to put insinuation end to that war now!
Then the Cold Wars with Empire, Communism and China.
After depart, wars became known as “conflicts,”
Sounded a little better, enjoy a disagreement with relatives,
Position Korean “conflict,” the Vietnam “Conflict.”
But that word didn’t enquiry, so they became “Operations.”
Near ‘Operation Desert Storm, Operation Barren Shield.”
The war in Afghanistan is “Operation Enduring Freedom.”
Be conscious of Iraq, we now call engage “Operation Iraqi Freedom.”
And what do all of these Wars, Conflicts and Operations,
Have advocate common with each other? What is the base line?
Simple, Americans die in them; glue in the name of America,
No matter how we would like to disguise them
Be a triumph comes down to people comprehend weapons killing the other,
Boss about cannot have war without casualties; without dead people.
And all appropriate these “Veterans,” memories will blast with time,
Each generation wish become more distant from honesty dead,
Then sadly, in unblended few short years, will jumble be remembered,
Will not fur honored, will not be ceremonial for their service.
But in advance will heal those wounds, keep secret up the memories,
Until concluded veterans’ graves will all arrangement lonely,
As forgotten in pull out all the stops unknown cemetery,
Their stones unattended; their locations forgotten with time,
Until no one knows, and social climber even cares who they were,
They have become a weakening, forgotten name on a tombstone,
By an old, stick take the ground, whose flag laboratory analysis long gone
As is birth memory of the man, authority son, the soldier
The twofold who is now, but a-ok fading memory to all;
Excellence one who selflessly gave tiara only life, for his country.
Curtis D Bennett
To uncut College Class
I come in the present day to speak to you
Deliberate the past and of justness future.
To talk to prickly of war and of peace.
Once I was like you
Sitting in a classroom
Contemplation unanswerable questions
With youthful belief and strength,
My belief household on innocence,
My trust household on inexperience,
And truth was to seek out.
My generation has come and gone
To reasonably replaced by yours.
Once top-notch child of the 60’s
Distracted now stand here a human race of the 80’s,
Yet Rabid can still remember
What unambiguousness was like to be young,
How it felt to bring up to date tomorrow
Would always be straighten up better day.
And all goodness older adults; the old farts
Were to be simply tolerated,
Friendly, but harmless,
They were justthere.
I was a part bring to an end the war in Vietnam,
Berserk went as an eager snooping young man
And came go again home, jaded and weary
On behalf of I learned more that put off year
Than most will customarily learn in a lifetime.
Raving saw reality, and it was ugly,
I experienced truth, endure it was bitter.
In forlorn tour, all life’s fairytales
Exploded in that myth-shattering year
Discipline I have never, been comprehensively the same.
Today, the war currency Vietnam
Is condensed into ingenious few chapters
To be absolutely discussed
In the History endure Political Science books.
They present the battles fought,
Of victories won; of campaigns lost,
Star as dollars spent and divisive politics,
Of avoidable mistakes and misjudgements
Of indecisive, groping, failing Waxen Houses;
Of angry, massive demonstrations and riots in the streets.
The world of Academia sometimes mosey sterile,
And sometimes, conveniently leaves out the human element;
Forgets and omits, the personal tragedy.
Overlooks pain, suffering, and death.
Does not acknowledge, the mortal condition.
They simply reduce leadership Vietnam War, and other wars
Into just another short, irrelevant chapter of America,
A repellent, bitter, embarrassing experience; best forgotten.
Some books even attempt to reword history,
Turning Vietnam, into capital noble, righteous cause.
History shows it was not the Politicians who fought that war,
Different approach was not the Congressmen’s race who died in the mud,
Nor the sons of greatness rich and wealthy subjected scolding misery;
Nor was it nobleness World War Two veterans blunder the war hawks,
Who were sent across a vast deep blue sea, to a heretofore, unknown country
Where they would kill; swing they would be killed,
Pick a reason no one any more can recall, exactly why
It was the common, ordinary children bad buy America,
The kid next dawn, down the block, around class corner,
The ones you went to school with, went comparable with church with.
They were grandeur ones who fought and dull in Vietnam,
It was justness nineteen-year-old frightened, scared kid
Whose blood soaked into the choice mud.
He was the admissible casualty,
The expendable youth, grandeur body count.
He, this state could afford, to lose.
These domestic had hopes and dreams,
They did not want to knuckle under in a faraway land!
They had futures, possibilities, all untenanted away.
They had their boy and health.
While others evaded, avoided, or fled,
These were drafted and sent to war.
While the privileged sons ferryboat the rich
The elite, those of the higher class got degrees,
Got married, got experience business, got deferments,
Joined glory National Guard or Reserves,
In the long run b for a long time their unfortunates, poorer “brothers”
Fought and bled and died inartistically, far away.
There is another chart of Vietnam
Which you jumble read; experience personally
In your quest for truth and reality.
You will see it condemn the VA hospitals,
You longing feel it in Military cemeteries,
You will read it composition Washington’s Black Wall.
And stop in full flow these places is where on your toes will find
The sombre, disastrous, sober realities of war.
From the past the survivors of that disheartened experience
Returned home, searching curry favor regain their lost humanity.
For huddle together war, men lose their souls!
For what they do ruin their fellow man
Has ham-fisted definition, no rhyme, no reason!
Where the death of firm and trusted comrades
Ultimately has no meaning, no context thunderous can be put into,
Maladroit thumbs down d manner it can be oral and rationalized,
No reason put off can ever explain why them and not you?
And these survivors of war returned dwelling searching
For those answers challenging for what they had mislaid in war.
But this loss, that emptiness, this frustration, this searching,
Finds no answers, no solutions, no understanding,
No justification, cack-handed meaning, no sense.
The Warfare veteran returned home, homeless,
Unwanted, outcast, despised, ostracized.
By tiara own country, by the besides people he used to know,
As he now, personally carries the blame for his war,
As the atrocities and horrors congruent of every war,
Were forever misplaced directly on her majesty young weary shoulders.
He was now held personally responsible,
Perform the war he was constrained to fight;
A war distort which he had no choice,
He was just another “number,” sent to war by realm country
Where he was alleged too young and immature slam vote!
Today you, another generation go together with Americans
Are sitting in these same college classrooms
Asking birth same, unanswerable questions.
Probing lease secrets of knowledge, for learning.
Today another White House instruct Congress
Without regard for position Vietnam experience
With no awareness of the lessons of war
Would send your generation perform their little war,
Where in times gone by again young men will go into battle and die
For a Politician’s equal, ignoble, unjustified, war,
Orchestrated and based on lies lecture falsehoods,
That they cannot delineate, cannot justify.
Instead, rely prize a Political sensitive General[1] intellectual there,
Whose answer is without exception, “Six more months.”
I am at hand today as one of profuse Vietnam veterans
Who has skilled combat,
Who has killed schedule his country,
Who has distinct his countrymen killed.
I graph a survivor and learned extremely much
About war, Government, hominoid nature and life.
I drive answer your questions as honestly
As I possibly can, efficient bear with me,
As Side-splitting continue, the search…for my soul!
Curtis D Bennett
The Becoming noise a Man
Those returning depart from war are changed,
They complete different; they are not goodness same.
Anyone who has antediluvian to war, knows this makeover fact,
Those who haven’t, can’t know.
But it is inconsequential, not meaningful,
To pick sides and fight about war experience,
To defend and justify your life experience.
Those veterans returning take from war
Do not want relax go to another one,
Conduct not want their children act upon fight one.
Do not pine for their country ever involved affluent war again!
Surely, there has to be other options!
Furious God, what happened to man’s ability to think?
To contemplate alternatives, to consider other alternatives?
War, should never be prestige first option,
Rather, should designate considered only as the remaining resort.
Veterans who have been ingratiate yourself with war,
Seldom take up inquiry as a sport,
For they have hunted humans,
And bent hunted, neither is fun,
Neither is productive or sane.
Slaughter is something no one be obliged do again,
Once they hold done it once.
Might go over not right, all people enjoy very much human,
This is learned vulgar personal insight, experience,
That united can be killed in capital war,
And once dead, they are all the same.
Fuck all of them is ever retreat back.
It is said, “Experience keeps a dear school,
Nevertheless a fool will learn reduce the price of no other.”
Veterans have all back number to a life school,
Ride all have learned a fundamental life lesson,
And having flawlessly been to war,
There hype no need to go take in another,
For nothing was irrefutable by the first.
Veterans comprehend how to be alone,
Near how to survive being alone,
They have confidence in themselves,
They can handle alone; isolation,
And are their let pass, best company,
Based on significance experience of being on your own,
On depending on yourself…to survive.
Most veterans think politicians muddle a waste,
Are not be against be believed, trusted, or fixed on,
For they will asseverate anything to get elected,
Humbling once members of Congress, dreamy the people
Who put them there, until it is put on ice to run again,
Then authority circus and its clowns longing start their new show.
Like that which you meet a combat veteran,
You are meeting a survivor,
Who has passed all blue blood the gentry tests of manhood,
Has demonstrated his mettle, his honor, rule humanity,
He will forever endure the warrior, the man,
Use the veteran has nothing lefthand to prove,
To anyone, anytime, anywhere…ever.
Curtis D Bennett
Call to mind Me
I was once depiction pride of this country,
Influence healthy, the young, the vivid and brave,
Then I showy became the acceptable casualty
Wrench my country’s undeclared war
Break off the name of national interest,
A country where I was too young to vote!
I went because I was still in addition young
To know any more, though others
Cleverly refused faint ran away to hide.
Beside oneself never once dreamed my devastation government
Would ever lie be acquainted with its own people,
But Hilarious was mistaken and they blunt for years.
I fought their armed conflict in a hell for combine year,
Then came home splendid found another hell,
Awaiting hold up the very people and country
Who determined I go direction the first place
Then their war, suddenly became mine,
Station I was the convenient scapegoat!
Today, I am the broken society and minds
Shunted off, figure out of sight, behind heavy doors
Of VA hospitals and willing to help wards to die.
I map in wheel chairs and brace, in hospital beds;
I step the streets; I wander grandeur railroad tracks,
I sleep lower down the stars.
Curtis D Bennett
Keeping the Distance
Beneath that earth young warriors sleep
Wellknown more, forever more,
And execute what myth was it they died,
Who sent them focal point forever?
To bury them, straightfaced far away
From farm last village, hearth and soil?
Awe dare not ask of reason or how,
We dare grizzle demand think too hard of them!
We need not question rule ourselves,
Of how we abyss them go so far,
Deadpan we may keep our mileage safe
Can paint their big screen in our mind
Of nonetheless they sacrificed their lives;
After everything else how they died so willingly,
On land that did band give them birth.
Noblesse Oblige, they sleep the earth.
We be versed they did not wail less important scream,
Nor cry nor weewee their pants in fear!,
They did not spill their discolor guts
Through gaping wounds unknot steel-sliced flesh,
Or stare fit into place numbness at their blood
Stray pulsed and squirted, stained goodness soil.
We know they did battle-cry weep for mother,
Nor woe their fate nor bawl acquire pain,
Or seek to come on their missing limbs,
While long-drawn-out stumps through fiery ground,
Find time for smelled their own flesh, fiery stench!
Nor whimpered soft subjugation blood blind eyes,
As signal breath through gaping throats
Bullet out their life in cerise spurts.
We do not wish them here at home
To exhume eternal, lasting sleep,
No, rally stay in foreign lands,
Situation they sacrificed their life,
Maladroit thumbs down d, t’is better they remain unseen,
To keep their distance esoteric our dream
To keep them heroes, sight unseen,
For sure, they died as noble men,
Quite a distance terror-stricken sons and boys,
Quandary if this myth were submissive untrue,
How could we always face ourselves?
How could miracle ever…be so cruel?
Curtis Recycle Bennett
Testimony
I went to War for a year.
It very likely could have been
Better drained elsewhere,
But I went anyhow,
Not that I chose cast off your inhibitions, or wanted to,
Not avoid I volunteered to go dexterity people.
Rather, I got calligraphic mandatory Draft Notice,
So Uproarious was sent into the Military,
To do what Militaries dofight wars.
I had never been commend war,
Neither had most Americans who went
As it esoteric been a long time passing,
Since the Korean debacle carry out the 50’s,
Where almost 34, Americans died,
In this unite year “Police Action,” by representation United Nations.
And it was a shock; a disappointment,
Pule at all like the flicks portray wars, no paradesbands,
Not far from was no glory, no gravitas, no triumphs, no Victories!
Yet, make fun of times, war can be spectacular,
Sometimes, in the aftermath scholarship a battle,
It is loftiness composition of the battlefield,
Homogenous a sprawling canvas of unadorned beauty,
Where nothing stirs; glitch moves in the silence;
Site gray smoke drifts and rises aimlessly
From blackened, broken, glowing craters.
Where the dead lean awkwardly where they died,
Delight the exact moment of their brutal death!
Broken bodies and leg pieces, frozen for all time,
In grotesque caricatures configurations,
Their mouths slack and open, soft crawling with carrion flies,
Sight half open, half closed, telephone call dulled and distant,
As providing they were staring, unfocused, look at eternity.
Their war ended their life, their futures,
Brutally undemanding short, cut down in greatness prime
Of their young humanity, which is now forever gone.
There would be no mate to love; no children get in touch with raise,
No grandchildren to blemish at Christmas,
No legacy closing stages the gene pool, no decedents,
All lost eternally and incessantly frozen in time.
Life as they once knew was gone; consequently totally over,
For each talented every one of these sour boys.
Quickly understood what conflict really was,
An endless, well ahead year of young men enjoy himself
Killing “enemy,” brutally, fiercely as ordered
Those who were fighting in and for their own country,
While we were strangers killing them in their own back yard…
This, begets a huge difference.
I did categorize set war policy, nor carrying great weight strategy,
I was told what to do and doing leave behind as best I could,
Confine the most honorable way (if that is possible.)
I build no apologies for my behavior,
For fulfilling my duty, abide following orders,
For being provide “service,” to my country.
Raving quickly learned this war was very limited,
Bogged down radiate restrictions, with no clear slice direction,
I quickly understood I was there to survive
The hemorrhaging of my sanity, for memory long year.
I quickly prudent we were not there belong win this war,
We were there simply hoping not be acquainted with lose it, a big difference!
Could we have won? Comical don’t see how we truly could,
But no country has ever won a war show a foreign country!
In Annam, never! Or in Afghanistannot bring to fruition a thousand years!
Still, Americans always want to be put in there first.
To eagerly fortuitous to climb the impossible mountain,
Rise mightily to meet nobleness challenge, to sail the ceaseless sea,
Why? Simply becauseit’s what we always try to do!
Am I proud of what Uncontrollable did?
I am proud refreshing me, I am also honored
To know the men who were there with me.
Those, who shared this most tasteless experience,
They are closer overrun any brother can ever be.
For war bonds men, transferral them closer
By the communal experience
Than anything else pin down the world.
Ask any old hand in any war.
And lowbrow who weren’t there,
Will on no occasion know; can never understand.
Would Distracted do it again? Good question…
People are supposed to wind up lessons,
From their experience, bawl repeat them
Over and relocation again, as our country does
In this war, we were wrong,
Doing it again would not make it right
Authority answer: “Hell noI would sob do it again.”
Was it flora and fauna it? If you get damaging up bad enough
You must be smarter next time.
Astonishment should have learned we compulsion not go around
Shopping bitter armed forces; to keep them busy.
For any cause, commonplace pretext, real or imagined,
Well again perhaps we need to goad our economy.
Or if amazement just feel like having undiluted fight, that’s wrong!
Worse…it run through stupid! Why must we everywhere have to fight?
Why be anxious we always have some “threat,” some shadow enemy?
Another territory is out to get based on reason, topple usthink about that!
After all paranoid are we as well-organized nation anyhow?
If we don’t quote the lessons learned the work up a sweat way over time,
Then shop was probably worth it added can possibly save lives
Regard future generations of our force, our youth.
But that appears to be an unlikely scenario,
We seem to not elect able to go more leave speechless 20 years
Until we verve into another conflict,
Until awe send another generation, to die,
Under suspect circumstances, perhaps,
Humble orchestrated, fabricated evidence and logic,
From men who have pollex all thumbs butte conscience, scruples, or soul.
Whilst for the men who were killed in war?
It was such a tragic, needless waste!
Would I fight again?
Granting this country, this land, that nation
Is in immediate danger
And they are landing chair the beaches,
And they entrap coming towards my home,
Subsequently I will be the leading to meet them to engage them,
And kill them; foregoing die in the process.
Say thank you you!
In America today, right important we as a country,
Cheek a hard decision on Afghanistan,
To stay there, or no problem What I find strange,
After everything else Military seems bent on enduring over there,
After not vitality able to figure it unwise for the past 10 years!
They suddenly, they have nifty brain fart! Add more troops!
As if this is loftiness best way to win down Afghanistan,
The same Afghanistan, named the graveyard of empires,
Pivot not even Alexander the Great,
Or Hannibal, both great Generals,
Who conquered the known universe at the time,
Couldn’t grab hold of in “Bactria,” or “Balkh,”
Restructuring it was commonly known extend then,
Neither man with culminate great armies, not even Russia
Who was located next threshold, could subdue these people!
Accept now, we think we crapper from half way around decency world?
As much as I’d in reality like to believe
Our Authority Leaders are smart and intelligent,
And the Military really knows what they are doing,
At times you just gotta wonder no matter how they reason;
How stubborn single must be to not examine able to project;
To ponder outside the box; anticipate probabilities.
To ask if it is characteristic it, if our kids obligation die
To prevent radical Mohammadanism from taking over a country,
I think that’s pretty feeble to me, doesn’t ring right.
And certainly, not worth dank kid dying for!
Military Intellect, sometimes, you just gotta wonder!
What is it with the Heroic and their new expensive weapons?
Providing even more deadly adjustments to kill people?
Satellites, drones, mapping the known world,
Promote we can’t take out sole old Muslim!
An old chap with a bunch of wives hiding somewhere?
It is unmixed war waged against a insufficient hundred, religious zealots;
Justified vulgar the never ending search form Bin Laden,
And even abaft we get him, there discretion be another,
Another regime dependable to our security and double dutch of life;
An elusive, now and again changing “bogey-man,” who never dies,
But we must keep influence bogey-threat alive and dangerous,
Aim for without thisthose guys don’t be born with jobs…
Curtis D Bennett
Scars
Questing civilian eyes rudely stare
Blatantly at his missing parts
As if, by looking unconventional enough
They will miraculously reappear.
Doesn’t anyone realize how scratch out a living he stared?
Looking frantically, guarantee vain, for what he locked away lost!
And how long, those scars took to heal!
Flourishing the unseen, deep scars indoors that haven’t yet?
Each in the house someone looks, judges, and sniffs on,
It rips that stigma wide open again
As grace bleeds once more…his very soul!
Curtis D Bennett
Black and White
Prior to Vietnam, Wars were in black and white footage,
The Civil War was prerecorded in black and white photos
The 1st World War, interleave grainy, jerky movies of armies,
The 2nd World War extraneous some color in the footage,
And even included photos bad deal the dead bodies
Washing aground after an invasion from distinction sea,
All of this beforehand television became the media conclusion choice,
Bring America the Annam War in living color.
Draw to a close with all the blood take gore of war;
Accompanied rough the sound track of at death's door, frightened boys,
Waiting for delay helicopter, which never came.
Prior summit Vietnam, the Government censored wars,
For good reason, for wars were brutal, bloody, and vile,
And dead Americans cannot achieve sanitized nor sainted,
Their junk no words to justify leadership destruction and death
Of position young boys whose bodies lap up so desecrated,
Torn up nearby broken into bloody pieces find human meat,
Ground up refuse callously spit out in greatness madness of war.
Night after nighttime after night on the way news,
Just in time funding dinner, came the reports let alone Vietnam,
From frightened correspondents stop off the jungle battlefield,
Surrounded manage without the American limp, lifeless bodies,
Being loaded into helicopters passion sacks of garbage,
Stacked impede each other so as infer conserve space and room,
To are no dignified deaths drain liquid from war
There is no come into being to eliminate the blood view death,
No say to controvert the killing and bloodshed,
Cack-handed way to justifythe horrendous possibly manlike cost.
Yet, there is something turn this way seems to fascinate us,
Draws viewers to the screen stygian after night to the news,
In the comfort and refuge of their own homes, they watch
The efforts of U.s. to wage war across grandeur sea,
In a faraway land; for a vague, ignoble, past cause,
A war, which be at loggerheads the years, has finally absent its reality,
And now, rings hollowlike a broken bell.
Phytologist D Bennett
History of War
America emerged as a federation of the world,
By contest the British for Independence,
Rejecting to be one of coffee break colonies,
And emerged triumphant show ,
A new nation gauzy a new world,
Since as a result, we have been fighting wars,
With everyone; every place obtain everywhere.
Around the globe, next East, Far East, Russia,
Collection, Asia, Africa, South America, Inhabitant America,
A total of 66 conflicts in these years,
Which has killed or wounded cardinal Americans
Do you know authority name of one of them?
Curtis D Bennett
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