PTSD3

Tony36

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

  • Author: Tony36 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 20th, 2016 07:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is the third poem out of four about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    SPOOF ADVERT FOR THE UK MILITARY ~ Wonderful career for Young Men 18 ~ 30. Join the Army ~ Learn a trade ~ get qualified. Travel all over the Wprld ~ make Friends. Meet interesting People and KILL THEM ! Nobody warns the Squaddies about the psychological effects of actually killing a Man in cold blood. ~ Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN Thanks for your appreciation of "British Girls ~ Wicked !"

    • Tony36

      Welcome

    • rrodriguez

      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.

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • willyweed

        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

        • Tony36

          Thank you



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