It was my first ddeployment
I was in an open field
When I spotted
One of the enemy
I shot him
Before he could shoot me
Then from behind
I was shot in the let
I was taken
To a field hospital
Later I was sent
Back to the states
While laying in my hospital
Bed I kept replaying
That moment in my head
I had shot someone
I was a murder
Sure he would have killed
Someone else
Sure he would have
Destroyed more lives
Still I couldn't get over
What I had done
I did what I had to
War is kill or be killed
However
I am not a killer
That is not me
After being released
From the hospital
I left the military
I vowed to never
Touch a gun again
Or
Any other weapon
As long as I lived
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Author:
Tony36 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is the third poem out of four about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
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Wow! quite an experience. I served 21 years and had two deployment. One to Saudi, 1st Gulf war and the other to Bosnia. Well done Tony. Writing is an awesome therapy and a blessing to us and others.
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very relatable write tony
war will stop when all men feel this way ~ but there are two types one like you and the other type that feed on it. well done! ww
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