I know what it's like to
shoot at men I don't know how to
hide and hope I don't show
fear in my heart, or mind
of getting killed or left behind.

I know what it's like to
duck and dodge a bullet,
break a tooth and pull it
taking the cap off my beer
trying to drown all my fear.

I know what it's like to
feel a bullet hit the bone
wish to God I was home
lose blood then pass out
wake to cries and shouts.

I know what it's like to
come home to hate and not be loved
never be a hero but pushed and shoved
be spat upon and called names
know life will never be the same.

by CR Binion