Broken people, and profits are all that is made from war games. Heres Brian s video and poem. I should have marched back in there and asked if he wanted to see all the scars. Hey these seem to interest you take a seat guy you’re about to need a tissue. See my scars I don’t wear them on the surface of my skin like most veterans the deepest scars are within. Sound of screams of brothers dying tears roll down from mothers crying bullets hail and fly overhead watch a bullet leave your best friends head. Or the hands that I took hold watched as the grip grew colder maybe you want to hear about that time I had to shoot a child or that other time I had to drag my brother’s body a quarter mile just because I knew he’d be defiled. See what you fail to understand is that no veteran ever comes back that whole of a man. Whether it be limbs are gone or internal scars we all search for answers at the bottom of glasses in the darkest of bars. Who are you to ask what is wrong with me are you now the wounded warrior judge and jury? One thing I want to remind you kids, I’m not mad as a matter of fact, your dumbass question made me glad. My invisible injury, I wear with pride it doesn’t matter that you don’t know my friends who died. it doesn’t matter that when I go home you don’t see that I could barely remember what I had to eat. I also have brain damage you see been through one too many explosions that shook my head while you lay quietly at home sleeping in your bed. And cause of blast of me flying through the air, oh you want to see where I bounce… everywhere.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 21:00:38 +0000