Craft lands in the states,
Gather his stories,
Top of the stairs he stood,
Looks down at the sacrifice.
Only has one,
The crutches will help,
Makes his way down,
See his girl, his friends,
And his waiting for him.
Gives him a group hug
With tears of joy in their eyes,
Glad to be back he says,
But, pushes them aside.
He falls to his knee,
Grab his cross and tags,
Kisses the ground,
And he whispers.
Thank you God
For bringing me home,
Giving me the strength,
The strength to fight,
Thank you...
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Author:
JED (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Part 3 of 3. A young man coming home from war.
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I have not commented before as I wanted to see all three poems. They show both the willingness to go into battle and the total relief of getting home alive, even if not whole.
War is crazy and never really achieves its goals as we never will know who is right as history is ritten by the winners, maybe the losers were right.
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