I remember well his spirit
on that warm September day.
Al Quaida had attacked us,
Tom enlisted right away.
In Operation Phantom Fury,
near deaf from the cannons roar,
He manned a Marine battery
in November of 04'
He was present when Fallujah fell
proud of his unit's aim.
Then he saw his best friend die
After that, his letters changed.
He came unscratched through tours of duty
both there and in Afghanistan.
He was strangely quiet when back home
like he was a different man.
At night we would be awakened
by his screaming in his sleep.
He was haunted by experiences
of which he wouldn't speak.
The V.A. couldn't help him
escape the horror of the war.
Wounds so deep opened in sleep,
unbound, unsalved,and raw.
I thank you for the folded flag,
The honors of the field.
We lost Tom several years ago,
only now is it revealed.
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 7:35 PM UTC
I remember well his spirit
on that warm September day.
Al Quaida had attacked us,
Tom enlisted right away.
In Operation Phantom Fury,
near deaf from the cannons roar,
He manned a Marine battery
in November of 04'
He was present when Fallujah fell
proud of his unit's aim.
Then he saw his best friend die
After that, his letters changed.
He came unscratched through tours of duty
both there and in Afghanistan.
He was strangely quiet when back home
like he was a different man.
At night we would be awakened
by his screaming in his sleep.
He was haunted by experiences
of which he wouldn't speak.
The V.A. couldn't help him
escape the horror of the war.
Wounds so deep opened in sleep,
unbound, unsalved,and raw.
I thank you for the folded flag,
The honors of the field.
We lost Tom several years ago,
only now is it revealed.
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