
I took an oath to protect and honor my Country,
Now I find myself in a faraway land only cloth
I wear is of Urban War Fare,
A backpack huddle in the middle of what I
once called my Angel wings,
I am hungry, pale from sleepless nights,
dirty hardly a recognition of myself,
My mind numb from the bombings around me,
Letters from home await my return to home
base, a flicker of sunshine through the stark
bleakness of war,
I neither agree or disagree with the world today,
I live within the complexity of right and wrong,
But I forge on for I believe in my oath.


Jeannie


Excellent poem 


10 old applause
