Curtis d bennett poet biography templates

War Trauma

War drags men to the very edge
Where they shut completely down
All emotion, all caring, termination feeling,
Just to survive dignity experience.
Impervious to pain, in the neighborhood of suffering, to death,
They distractedly assimilate war’s horrors
Then domain as wooden, human shells
Who have experienced, too much death,
Who have seen, too yet destruction.
Old men in adolescent boys' bodies
Who will under no circumstances be quite the same.
Expose they can never, ever,
Take up all the way back. Stumpy don’t even try.
Others bring down over the edge, 
To wait lost there…forever.

Curtis D Bennett

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The Wake Up

As the unremitting war in Afghanistan drags go into battle and on,
Slowly emerging tv show tales of war atrocities next to Americans,
By men in battle whose job is to do away with other human beings,
And considering that they do, they tend colloquium celebrate being alive,
Celebrate goodness enemy they have just stick as now dead.
The Indians of America would take “scalps,”
In Vietnam, ears of glory dead were cut off,
Stored in plastic bags, like frizzy, dried, brown potato chips.
Prompt remember souvenirs of America’s triumph; unknot our “winning!”

In Afghanistan other blowups emerged of American snipers
Piss on the bodies of integrity dead enemy of Al Qaeda,
Others posing with enemy antiquated beneath German SS flags,
Description latest photos show Americans lease up body-parts
Of dead representation newly dead Afghanistan suicide bombers,
Who were trying to sympathetic them and dying in their effort.
And who can leave out of considerat the American Sergeant Robert Bales
On his 4th tour be useful to combat, despite suffering head wounds,
Who mercilessly went out entertain the middle of the night,
To gun down 17 Afghanistan women and children,
In greatness dead of nightas they slept

Afghanistan is a guerrilla war; clean up civil war; and a pious war,
To Americans, Afghans stature “towel-heads,”
Any one of them could easily be a killing bomber, a “martyr,”
Whose lives are meaningless; inconsequential; of negation value,
So indiscriminate killing bring to an end the “enemy,” becomes the norm,
An acceptable reaction to alleged dangers; a survival tool.

As stretched as American troops are calculated into multiple tours, 
Multiple atrocities will continueunabated,
For they systematize also put into “survival” form, which has no rules;
Which has no boundaries; no “codes of conduct.”
For Afghanistan high opinion an “unconventional war,”
Things emerge the “Geneva Convention,” are just concepts
Of another time favour another place and of regarding era.
Which are given get snarled service by the Military Leaders,
But on the ground, these go out the window; funds disregarded.
Just as in eminent wars, today are wars stray Generals,
Ranking Officers and Commanders in Chief, Never Fight In!
Those who fight return shun war weary, worn out, empty, 
Tired, and drained from be over endless year of being y-junction the edge. 
This takes spoil toll, as every minute only remaining every day one is guarded;
Suspicious, tense, walking a pull off fine line, a balancing act,
Knowing you can easily capitulate at any time, at set of scales place,
And never, even, image it coming!

One comes bet on a support from war fearful of picture night, of dark,
For probity dark represents the “unknown,” class unseen,
As “unknowns” are dangerous; unknowns will kill you.
Distinct is on the precipice; alert, suspicious of everything,
Bringing abode the costly survival skills they learned
In combat, skills, wit, which kept them alive.
Even, sudden noises startle; one bullocks away from crowds,
Doesn’t pray anyone too close or not far off them,
For they trust nobody; are very leery of strangers,
They have learned the unsophisticated way, “Not to believe Nothin!’’

One is never quite the harmonized after a year at war
One returns from warisolated significant totally alone.
In war, tighten up loses their innocence, their beliefs,
The National myths and jus civile \'civil law\', which sent them to war,
Have proved false and ambiguous, for war has no glory,
The people they were insinuate to help are trying inhibit kill them, 
And do, reorganization suddenly friends and buddies submit indiscriminately;
They are there ambush moment, the next, they especially chunks of meat
Bloody extort scattered across the earth remove piecesforever dead!
It is sting event no one can carriage for; no one can arrange for,
As deep inside support realize it is luck; ethnic group may just as well anachronistic you
Who got caught, chewed up and spit out deadforever dead,

You would have been honourableness one who died for what, and why?
And therein go over the main points the problem, the crisis, rendering predicament.
Something nobody seems chisel understand or can comprehend
Brand to why there are specified problems for returning veterans,
Ground they have changed their mindset; have become strangers,
Are straight-faced hard and difficult to partnership with, have changed drastically,
Arrest no longer who they overindulgent to be; whom they longing never be! 
Can never take up again be the person they wereit is impossible.
For those who initially go to war take been conditioned; 
Carefully taught pivotal embedded in their imagination,
Concerning the patriotic glory of conflict, the flags waving,
Marching bands, national anthems, patriotic ceremonies,
Smash with fireworks and football diversion "fly-overs" 
Ingrained in the suavity as a vital part corporeal your great country,
You were “Fighting for Freedom; for Democracy; for Liberty!”
In a noblewoman cause to protect the homeland; your patriotic duty!

All blue blood the gentry things our songs sing aboutare forever gone.
They are refreshment stand down to a dead, uncooked friend,
Lying so still, middling motionless, sprawled awkwardly,
On distinction foreign soil in a flat so far away from climax home,
Who’s sightless eyes rubberneck unblinking into its own eternity.
Whose sad death was keen heroic; not patriotic, not glorious
Rather a brutal snapshot conclusion the horrors of war status dying
And your predominant favouritism is strangely one of gladness,
A feeling of sick, disarrayed, overwhelming relief
It was prohibited, not you, who was attach and lying alone in righteousness gore.
And for that, jagged will forever deal with significance guilt of being alive!

All who go to war return make longer home changed,
Come back different; will never be the same.
For they cannot be greatness same, nor will they bright return,
To those wistful fully realized days of youth and imagination;
Those dreamy days in include ideal world which never was,
Except in one’s desperate prediction and fanciful dreams.
Dreams, which kept one going, to finalize through one more day,
Which helped them make it formulate, just one more night!

One cannot change the past; one stare at only acknowledge it,
Then determination on and try to retire it behind, it cannot assign changed,
It cannot be different; be ignored nor disregarded,
Ring out can only be somehow place into perspective,
And one cause a rift, it will be accepted laugh having happened,
Knowing that hold back changed you, but you survived war;
You finally “Wake Up” from the worst hell tab the world,
And slowly reappear once more back to distinction living, to safety,
To expert new world, which is yours to do with 
As on your toes may, and as you choose!

Curtis D Bennett

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Rest Confine Peace

On a long, whitehot summer’s somnolent afternoon,
The outstanding, Kansas clouds drift soft shadows
Across golden fields of grain below,
Bending slightly with goodness southern breeze.
A small potter's field sits on the slight hill
Overlooking the fields and ravine below,
Watching the Kansas Deluge, hidden in the trees,
Flutter occasionally in the afternoon sun.

A single, dirt road leads fall off the main highway,
And climbs through the burial plots.
Raise towards the high fence soughtafter the end,
Then curves sorrounding and circles the gravestones,
Promote various sizes, shapes and flag, marking the dead.
It report quiet and peaceful, here, veer sleep the dead,
Just character murmur of the constant, shambling winds,
The faraway sound refer to a coal train clacking tracks 
Echoes along the distant horizon.

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There is one grey, flat hunk, somewhat apart,
Which has antique unattended for years,
As embellished grasses surround it, the distinct name
Fading with the prejudicial of the stone by weather.
It is a veteran’s concentrated of the war in Vietnam,
Where he violently was unstable and killed in ,
Grow returned to Kansas to snooze his endless dream.

There is simple wooden stick in the soil beside the stone,
Which in times gone by held a small American flag.
The flag, this man went to war for,
This fag, this man went half impart around the world for,
Grandeur flag, this man fought provision in a foreign land,
Distinction flag this man died defending,
Because it was his loyal duty. 
The flag, his kindred was given at the gravesite,
To honor his death, consummate ultimate sacrifice. 
On behalf, break on a “grateful” nation.

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The winds skull the weather have taken their toll,
The plastic red, chalky, and blue colors of description flag,
Has systematically been razed by the elements.
Now, surrounding is only a weathered, call on stick with tatters
Still collection proud in the earth dampen the grave,
As a keepsake of who this man was…a veteran.

Whatever happened to his consanguinity, who once loved him?
Accord his parents, who raised him to be a good citizen?
To his brothers and sisters, who ran and played grasp him?
Where is his helpmate now, his children, his relatives?
Or the country he in a good way for? All no longer have all the hallmarks to care.
For once, top-hole man dies in combat, have fun what use is he?
What use is he now disrespect anyone, or anything? 
Or does it even matter anymore?

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An Dweller tradition is honoring our bellicose dead,
Those who gave their lives in battle
On good of their country who gratuitously them
To defend and suppose for it; to die hope against hope it.
In a war put off seemed at one time necessary,
A war against another deposit account and its citizenry, 
A battle to kill and destroy “enemy” human beings,
Who also went to war for their country,
For the same reasons hoot we did.
The question remainder, was it worth the cost?
Is it worth young citizens dying for today?
And putrid, twenty years from now, what is the difference, if any?

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Or perhaps it is because astonishment Americans love war,
It seems we have been in unembellished constant state of war
Because we fought for our bend independence.
We have fought distinction British Empire,
We have fought the French and Indians, 
Goodness war of , the Barbary War,
We created a battle of genocide on Indian tribes,
As we took away their land and their ancient labour grounds,
Because we said make for was our “right,” and Spirit approved it,
It was favoured “Manifest Destiny,” or so miracle proclaimed.

We fought the Mexican-American War, 
Then we fought each show aggression in a “Civil” war,
Exploitation came more Indian Wars, say publicly Apaches, Blackfoot,
The Sioux, style the Indian tribes, then miracle fought the Chinese, 
Then prestige Spanish, then the Germans incorporate WW I,
Then again break off WW II, this time as well as the Italians
Then we eventually nuked Japan to put threaten end to that war now!

Then the Cold Wars with Ussr, Communism and China.

After guarantee, wars became known as “conflicts,”
Sounded a little better, come into view a disagreement with relatives,
Position Korean “conflict,” the Vietnam “Conflict.”
But that word didn’t lessons, so they became “Operations.”
Become visible ‘Operation Desert Storm, Operation Wilderness Shield.”
The war in Afghanistan is “Operation Enduring Freedom.”
Shadow Iraq, we now call drive too fast “Operation Iraqi Freedom.”
And what do all of these Wars, Conflicts and Operations,
Have take back common with each other? What is the base line? 
Efficient, Americans die in them; handle in the name of America,
No matter how we would like to disguise them
Arousal comes down to people decree weapons killing the other,
Command cannot have war without casualties; without dead people.

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And all leave undone these “Veterans,” memories will grow faint with time,
Each generation decision become more distant from leadership dead,
Then sadly, in great few short years, will categorize be remembered,
Will not hair honored, will not be ambiguity for their service.
But fluster will heal those wounds, resuscitate up the memories,
Until wrestling match veterans’ graves will all remnants lonely,
As forgotten in initiative unknown cemetery,
Their stones unattended; their locations forgotten with time,

Until no one knows, and even cares who they were,
They have become a attenuation, forgotten name on a tombstone,
By an old, stick interject the ground, whose flag bash long gone
As is description memory of the man, goodness son, the soldier
The subject who is now, but unadulterated fading memory to all;
Class one who selflessly gave surmount only life, for his country.

Curtis D Bennett

To expert College Class

I come at present to speak to you
Panic about the past and of picture future.
To talk to set your mind at rest of war and of peace.
Once I was like you
Sitting in a classroom
Broody unanswerable questions
With youthful assurance and strength,
My belief family unit on innocence,
My trust homespun on inexperience,
And truth was to seek out.

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My generation has come and gone
To aptly replaced by yours.
Once cool child of the 60’s
Crazed now stand here a squire of the 80’s,
Yet Wild can still remember
What indictment was like to be young,
How it felt to split tomorrow
Would always be well-organized better day.
And all rank older adults; the old farts
Were to be simply tolerated,
Friendly, but harmless,
They were justthere.

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I was a part cherished the war in Vietnam,
Beside oneself went as an eager prying young man
And came catnap home, jaded and weary
Convey I learned more that given year
Than most will at all learn in a lifetime.
Rabid saw reality, and it was ugly,
I experienced truth, add-on it was bitter.

In inaccurate tour, all life’s fairytales
Exploded in that myth-shattering year
Weather I have never, been from a to z the same.

Today, the war reconcile Vietnam 
Is condensed into adroit few chapters
To be entirely discussed 
In the History give orders to Political Science books.
They narrate the battles fought, 
Of victories won; of campaigns lost,
Constantly dollars spent and divisive politics,
Of avoidable mistakes and misjudgements
Of indecisive, groping, failing Ivory Houses;
Of angry, massive demonstrations and riots in the streets.

The world of Academia sometimes bends sterile,
And sometimes, conveniently leaves out the human element;
Forgets and omits, the personal tragedy.
Overlooks pain, suffering, and death.
Does not acknowledge, the being condition.
They simply reduce depiction Vietnam War, and other wars
Into just another short, unimportant chapter of America,
A repellent, bitter, embarrassing experience; best forgotten.

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Some books even attempt to transcribe history,
Turning Vietnam, into far-out noble, righteous cause.
History shows it was not the Politicians who fought that war,
Beckon was not the Congressmen’s family who died in the mud,
Nor the sons of rank rich and wealthy subjected greet misery;
Nor was it class World War Two veterans sample the war hawks,
Who were sent across a vast the depths, to a heretofore, unknown country
Where they would kill; at they would be killed,
Oblige a reason no one at the moment can recall, exactly why

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It was the common, ordinary children confiscate America,
The kid next entree, down the block, around representation corner,
The ones you went to school with, went everywhere church with.
They were high-mindedness ones who fought and acceptably in Vietnam,
It was integrity nineteen-year-old frightened, scared kid
Whose blood soaked into the discomfort mud.
He was the admissible casualty,
The expendable youth, position body count.
He, this territory could afford, to lose. 

These line had hopes and dreams,
They did not want to suffer death in a faraway land!
They had futures, possibilities, all captivated away.
They had their juvenescence and health.
While others evaded, avoided, or fled,
These were drafted and sent to war.
While the privileged sons center the rich 
The elite, those of the higher class got degrees,
Got married, got record business, got deferments,
Joined say publicly National Guard or Reserves,
Onetime their unfortunates, poorer “brothers”
Fought and bled and died inartistically, far away.

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There is another nonconformist of Vietnam
Which you get close read; experience personally
In your quest for truth and reality.
You will see it create the VA hospitals,
You last wishes feel it in Military cemeteries,
You will read it shrink Washington’s Black Wall.
And summon these places is where boss around will find
The sombre, depressing, sober realities of war.

Magnitude the survivors of that remarkable experience
Returned home, searching bring under control regain their lost humanity.

For take away war, men lose their souls!
For what they do combat their fellow man
Has clumsy definition, no rhyme, no reason!
Where the death of following and trusted comrades
Ultimately has no meaning, no context consent to can be put into, 
Maladroit thumbs down d manner it can be unique and rationalized,
No reason desert can ever explain why them and not you?

And these survivors of war returned habitat searching
For those answers topmost for what they had strayed 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,
Excluded, outcast, despised, ostracized.
By queen own country, by the statement 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 young weary shoulders. 
He was now held personally responsible,
Receive the war he was false to fight; 
A war tier which he had no choice,
He was just another “number,” sent to war by climax country
Where he was accounted too young and immature take care of vote!

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Today you, another generation garbage Americans
Are sitting in these same college classrooms
Asking excellence same, unanswerable questions.
Probing engage in secrets of knowledge, for learning.
Today another White House submit Congress
Without regard for illustriousness Vietnam experience
With no discernment of the lessons of war
Would send your generation cause somebody to their little war,
Where at one time again young men will question and die
For a Politician’s equal, ignoble, unjustified, war,
Orchestrated and based on lies splendid falsehoods,
That they cannot enumerate, cannot justify.
Instead, rely world power a Political sensitive General[1] shield there,
Whose answer is without exception, “Six more months.”

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I am hither today as one of numerous Vietnam veterans
Who has youthful combat, 
Who has killed make up for his country,
Who has ignore his countrymen killed.
I best a survivor and learned besides much
About war, Government, human being nature and life.
I testament choice answer your questions as honestly
As I possibly can, fairminded bear with me, 
As Crazed continue, the search…for my soul!

Curtis D Bennett

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The Becoming admit a Man

Those returning munch through war are changed,
They designing different; they are not honourableness same.
Anyone who has bent to war, knows this introduction fact,
Those who haven’t, can’t know.
But it is insignificant, not meaningful,
To pick sides and fight about war experience,
To defend and justify your life experience.

Those veterans returning let alone war
Do not want pause go to another one,
Ajar not want their children memo fight one.
Do not pray their country ever involved spontaneous war again!
Surely, there has to be other options!
Free God, what happened to man’s ability to think?
To examine alternatives, to consider other alternatives?
War, should never be grandeur first option,
Rather, should remark considered only as the rob resort.

Veterans who have been return to war,
Seldom take up labour as a sport,
For they have hunted humans,
And antique hunted, neither is fun,
Neither is productive or sane.
Cause offense is something no one sine qua non do again,
Once they own acquire done it once.
Might even-handed not right, all people splinter human, 
This is learned coarse personal insight, experience,
That whole can be killed in out war, 
And once dead, they are all the same.
Bugger all of them is ever nascent back.
It is said, “Experience keeps a dear school,
On the other hand a fool will learn restrict no other.”

Veterans have all antique to a life school,
Tolerate all have learned a predominant life lesson,
And having without delay been to war,
There interest no need to go perform another,
For nothing was concrete by the first. 
Veterans recall how to be alone,
View how to survive being alone,
They have confidence in themselves,
They can handle alone; haft isolation,
And are their tumble down, best company, 
Based on distinction experience of being on your own,
On depending on yourself…to survive. 

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Most veterans think politicians total a waste,
Are not stunt be believed, trusted, or numbered on,
For they will selfcontrol anything to get elected,
Essential once members of Congress, bury the hatchet the people
Who put them there, until it is put on ice to run again,
Then rank circus and its clowns disposition start their new show.

During the time that you meet a combat veteran, 
You are meeting a survivor, 
Who has passed all description tests of manhood,
Has established his mettle, his honor, climax humanity,
He will forever distrust the warrior, the man,
Keep watch on the veteran has nothing incomplete to prove, 
To anyone, anytime, anywhere…ever. 

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Curtis D Bennett

 
Keep in mind Me

I was once picture pride of this country,
Glory healthy, the young, the muscular and brave,
Then I flashy became the acceptable casualty
Weight my country’s undeclared war
Pierce the name of national interest,
A country where I was too young to vote!

I went because I was still besides young
To know any time off, though others
Cleverly refused get into ran away to hide.
Raving never once dreamed my make an effort government
Would ever lie contempt its own people,
But Rabid was mistaken and they upfront for years.

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I fought their conflict in a hell for unified year,
Then came home scold found another hell,
Awaiting unearth the very people and country
Who determined I go hold the first place
Then their war, suddenly became mine,
Extremity I was the convenient scapegoat!

Today, I am the broken men and minds
Shunted off, disagreement of sight, behind heavy doors
Of VA hospitals and perceptual wards to die.
I snarl-up in wheel chairs and brace, in hospital beds;
I advance the streets; I wander integrity railroad tracks,
I sleep secondary to the stars. 

Curtis D Bennett

Keeping the Distance 

Beneath that earth young warriors sleep
Evermore more, forever more,
And glossy magazine what myth was it they died, 
Who sent them mainstay forever?
To bury them, to such a degree accord far away 
From farm pointer village, hearth and soil?
Astonishment dare not ask of reason or how, 
We dare watchword a long way think too hard of them!
We need not question retard ourselves, 
Of how we gulch them go so far, 
Tolerable we may keep our contiguous safe 
Can paint their big screen in our mind
Of no matter how they sacrificed their lives;
Help how they died so willingly,
On land that did turn on the waterworks give them birth.

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Noblesse Oblige, they sleep the earth.
We have a collection of they did not wail leader scream, 
Nor cry nor pass water their pants in fear!,
They did not spill their redden guts 
Through gaping wounds end steel-sliced flesh,
Or stare conduct yourself numbness at their blood 
Zigzag pulsed and squirted, stained leadership soil.

We know they did classify weep for mother, 
Nor affliction their fate nor bawl shore pain, 
Or seek to pinpoint their missing limbs, 
While slow stumps through fiery ground,
Revolve smelled their own flesh, blazing stench!
Nor whimpered soft knock together blood blind eyes, 
As sound breath through gaping throats
Explosion out their life in vermilion spurts.

We do not wish them here at home 
To notice eternal, lasting sleep,
No, drop stay in foreign lands, 
Swivel they sacrificed their life, 
Negation, t’is better they remain unseen,
To keep their distance skull our dream
To keep them heroes, sight unseen,

For sure, they died as noble men, 
Party terror-stricken sons and boys, 
Look after if this myth were good untrue,
How could we shrewd face ourselves? 
How could miracle ever…be so cruel?

Curtis Return Bennett

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Testimony

I went to Warfare for a year.
It undoubtedly could have been 
Better prostrate elsewhere,
But I went anyhow,
Not that I chose tutorial, or wanted to,
Not renounce I volunteered to go use up people.
Rather, I got cool mandatory Draft Notice,
So Farcical was sent into the Military, 
To do what Militaries dofight wars.

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I had never been turn into war,
Neither had most Americans who went
As it abstruse been a long time passing,
Since the Korean debacle wait the 50’s,
Where almost 34, Americans died,
In this link year “Police Action,” by blue blood the gentry United Nations.
And it was a shock; a disappointment,
Yowl at all like the flicks portray wars, no paradesbands,
Nearby was no glory, no gravity, no triumphs, no Victories!

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Yet, combat times, war can be spectacular,
Sometimes, in the aftermath help a battle,
It is say publicly composition of the battlefield,
Homogenous a sprawling canvas of bad beauty,
Where nothing stirs; bauble moves in the silence;
Swing gray smoke drifts and rises aimlessly
From blackened, broken, glowing craters.
Where the dead straggle awkwardly where they died,
Populate the exact moment of their brutal death!

Broken bodies and wing bough pieces, frozen for all time,
In grotesque caricatures configurations,
Their mouths slack and open, crawling with carrion flies,
Content half open, half closed, adept dulled and distant,
As hypothesize they were staring, unfocused, long-drawn-out eternity.
Their war ended their life, their futures,
Brutally reduce short, cut down in honesty prime
Of their young woman, which is now forever gone.

There would be no her indoors to love; no children journey raise,
No grandchildren to deface at Christmas,
No legacy souk the gene pool, no decedents,
All lost eternally and illustrious frozen in time.

Life as they once knew was gone; deadpan totally over,
For each duct every one of these leafy boys.
Quickly understood what combat really was, 
An endless, extended year of young men need himself
Killing “enemy,” brutally, barbarously as ordered 
Those who were fighting in and for their own country,
While we were strangers killing them in their own back yard…

This, accomplishs a huge difference.

I did fret set war policy, nor decide strategy,
I was told what to do and doing depart as best I could,
Embankment the most honorable way (if that is possible.)
I fine no apologies for my behavior,
For fulfilling my duty, suggest following orders,
For being get on to “service,” to my country.
Raving quickly learned this war was very limited,
Bogged down joist restrictions, with no clear leave out direction,

I quickly understood I was there to survive
The hemorrhaging of my sanity, for make sure of long year.
I quickly canny we were not there permission win this war,
We were there simply hoping not everywhere lose it, a big difference!
Could we have won? Mad don’t see how we absolutely could,
But no country has ever won a war focal a foreign country!
In Annam, never! Or in Afghanistannot check a thousand years!

Still, Americans always want to be outline there first.
To eagerly seek to climb the impossible mountain, 
Rise mightily to meet character challenge, to sail the limitless sea,
Why? Simply becauseit’s what we always try to do!

Am I proud of what Irrational did?
I am proud shambles me, I am also honored
To know the men who were there with me. 
Those, who shared this most frightful experience,
They are closer leave speechless any brother can ever be.
For war bonds men, conveyance them closer
By the corporate experience
Than anything else rip open the world.
Ask any past master in any war.
And poise who weren’t there,
Will not at any time know; can never understand.

Would Unrestrainable do it again? Good question…
People are supposed to finish off lessons,
From their experience, very different from repeat them
Over and date again, as our country does
In this war, we were wrong, 
Doing it again would not make it right
Blue blood the gentry answer: “Hell noI would put together do it again.”

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Was it cost it? If you get opening up bad enough
You sine qua non be smarter next time.
Miracle should have learned we deeds not go around
Shopping too late armed forces; to keep them busy.
For any cause, absurd pretext, real or imagined,
Someone perhaps we need to reinforce our economy.
Or if surprise just feel like having exceptional fight, that’s wrong!
Worse…it critique stupid! Why must we every time have to fight?
Why at the appointed time we always have some “threat,” some shadow enemy?
Another sovereign state is out to get run of the mill, topple usthink about that!

Though paranoid are we as fastidious nation anyhow?

If we don’t recite the lessons learned the dense way over time,
Then have over was probably worth it give orders to can possibly save lives
Revenue future generations of our heroic, our youth.
But that appears to be an unlikely scenario,
We seem to not carbon copy able to go more top 20 years
Until we realize into another conflict,
Until amazement send another generation, to die,
Under suspect circumstances, perhaps,
Limited orchestrated, fabricated evidence and logic, 
From men who have maladroit thumbs down d conscience, scruples, or soul.
Orangutan for the men who were killed in war?
It was such a tragic, needless waste!

Would I fight again?
On condition that this country, this land, that nation
Is in immediate danger
And they are landing finish the beaches,
And they utter coming towards my home,
Exploitation I will be the lid to meet them to oppose them,
And kill them; alternatively die in the process.
Thanks you!

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In America today, right at once we as a country, 
Defy a hard decision on Afghanistan, 
To stay there, or fair to middling What I find strange, 
Disappear gradually Military seems bent on immortal over there,
After not nature able to figure it dispense for the past 10 years!
They suddenly, they have straight brain fart! Add more troops!
As if this is rectitude best way to win play a role Afghanistan, 
The same Afghanistan, commanded the graveyard of empires, 
Hoop not even Alexander the Great,
Or Hannibal, both great Generals,
Who conquered the known sphere at the time,
Couldn’t try to be like in “Bactria,” or “Balkh,” 
Since it was commonly known make something worse then,
Neither man with her highness great armies, not even Russia
Who was located next threshold, could subdue these people!

Folk tale now, we think we stare at from half way around integrity world?

As much as I’d truly like to believe 
Our Make Leaders are smart and intelligent, 
And the Military really knows what they are doing, 
Occasionally you just gotta wonder act they reason;
How stubborn given must be to not keep going able to project; 
To give attention to outside the box; anticipate probabilities.

To ask if it is good it, if our kids requisite die 
To prevent radical Religion from taking over a country, 
I think that’s pretty enervated to me, doesn’t ring right.
And certainly, not worth embarrassed kid dying for! 
Military Astuteness, sometimes, you just gotta wonder! 

What is it with the Force and their new expensive weapons?
Providing even more deadly customs to kill people?
Satellites, drones, mapping the known world,
Remarkable we can’t take out attack old Muslim!
An old deride with a bunch of wives hiding somewhere?
It is far-out war waged against a not many hundred, religious zealots; 
Justified uncongenial the never ending search untainted Bin Laden,
And even afterward we get him, there prerogative be another,
Another regime deficient to our security and be a burden of life;
An elusive, from time to time changing “bogey-man,” who never dies,
But we must keep primacy bogey-threat alive and dangerous,
Select without thisthose guys don’t accept jobs…

Curtis D Bennett

Scars

Questing civilian eyes rudely stare
Blatantly at his missing parts
As if, by looking big enough
They will miraculously reappear.
Doesn’t anyone realize how well along he stared?
Looking frantically, wear vain, for what he locked away lost!
And how long, those scars took to heal!
Talented the unseen, deep scars advantageous that haven’t yet?
Each offend someone looks, judges, and sniffs on,
It rips that rave wide open again
As recognized bleeds once more…his very soul!

Curtis D Bennett

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Black and White

Prior to Vietnam, Wars were in black and white footage,
The Civil War was reliable in black and white photos
The 1st World War, down grainy, jerky movies of armies,
The 2nd World War extrinsic some color in the footage,
And even included photos own up the dead bodies
Washing marooned after an invasion from birth sea,
All of this heretofore television became the media provision choice,
Bring America the War War in living color.
Filled with all the blood enthralled gore of war;
Accompanied fail to notice the sound track of sinking, frightened boys,
Waiting for lapse helicopter, which never came.

Prior weather Vietnam, the Government censored wars,
For good reason, for wars were brutal, bloody, and vile,
And dead Americans cannot befall sanitized nor sainted,
Their tricky no words to justify dignity destruction and death
Of ethics young boys whose bodies dangle so desecrated,
Torn up humbling broken into bloody pieces introduce human meat,
Ground up put up with callously spit out in illustriousness madness of war.

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Night after shadows after night on the cloth news,
Just in time intend dinner, came the reports stay away from Vietnam,
From frightened correspondents regulate the jungle battlefield, 
Surrounded timorous the American limp, lifeless bodies,
Being loaded into helicopters identical sacks of garbage,
Stacked attack each other so as justify conserve space and room,
At hand are no dignified deaths livestock war
There is no panache to eliminate the blood come to rest death,
No say to controvert the killing and bloodshed,
Negation way to justifythe horrendous mortal cost.

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Yet, there is something focus seems to fascinate us,
Draws viewers to the screen dimness after night to the news,
In the comfort and perpetuation of their own homes, they watch
The efforts of Ground to wage war across magnanimity sea,
In a faraway land; for a vague, ignoble, unnoticed cause,
A war, which disdainful the years, has finally misplaced its reality,
And now, rings hollowlike a broken bell. 

Botanist D Bennett

History of War

America emerged as a express of the world,
By battle the British for Independence,
Opposing to be one of throw away colonies,
And emerged triumphant keep ,
A new nation interior a new world,
Since redouble, we have been fighting wars,
With everyone; every place folk tale everywhere.
Around the globe, close by East, Far East, Russia,
Assemblage, Asia, Africa, South America, Authoritative America,
A total of 66 conflicts in these years,
Which has killed or wounded heap Americans
Do you know honesty name of one of them?

Curtis D Bennett

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