From: themilitarytoday@pacbell.net   
      
   Veterans Day / Memorial Day Poem #251   
      
   Thirteen Months in Hell   
      
   Holding my girl   
   Gone are those days   
   Lazy summer hours   
   Free to do it our way   
      
   I became a man   
   In the desert land   
   Brothers quickly made   
   Lost in the sand   
      
   The world slips   
   It takes away sad   
   And worry or fear   
   Only leaves you mad   
      
   It is not mine   
   To debate the fights   
   It is mine only   
   To kill for rights   
      
   Sleep is lacked   
   Food not tasted   
   Time only to think   
   Of the love wasted   
      
   Holding my brothers   
   Hit by the steel   
   Unlike girls back home   
   His love is real   
      
   The outcast, the doper,   
   The jock, the poser   
   Avoided each other before   
   Now none are closer   
      
   The supporters at home   
   Refuse to understand us   
   Protestors refuse to thank us   
   For their right to cuss   
      
   Written from the Heart by Gavin Campbell   
   I am an Iraqi vet, now in college.   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)