Many go to war,
fewer numbers return.
The pain after returning
is hard to repair.
Missing friends not on the flight.

Memories of fighting
and of death.
Bodies burned,
mutilated and abused,
residing still in the minds eye.

Go on with life,
going forward to live that dream.
But in the dark of night,
demons come out,
displaying in your dreams the
vision still,

war and death.

You cannot hide the burden
carried of lost friends,
that saved your life.
So now you wonder,
why was it me and not them.

Time goes on
but the burden grows heavy
as the mind grows dark with guilt.
Until the weight is to much
to go on living a beautiful life not deserved.

It will end tonight as I cannot bare the pain beyond this point.