He sat stiffly at the end of the bar.
His face sagging and covered in scars.
He thought back on why he sat in this place;
The beautiful woman, dressed in satin and lace.
He asked the bartender to pour another drink,
Believing another would help him think.
She wanted a hero, fresh from the war,
With no idea what was in store.
She got a soldier, the best there's been.
She got his burdens, lingering like bad dreams.
Sleepless nights and enemies in every corner.
She felt betrayed- he'd forgotten to warn her.
One night she was gone- a feather on the wind.
So he sat at the bar, to let the drinking begin.
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Author:
Allan Fitzgerald (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a semibiographical tale of a man I once knew. A Vietnam veteran who was traumatized by war, he fell in love with a woman. However, she could not bare his burdens, and left him one night while he slept, never to return.
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Sad piece conveying just one of the tragedies of war that haunts.
I wonder how many soldiers who have survived a war, if given the chance to go back, would choose to enlist again? Good example of war's cost in this poem, Allan!
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