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When Johnny Came Marching HomeWhen Johnny came marching home, we gave him a hearty welcome.
The men cheered
The boys shouted
The ladies, they all turned out.
The church bell pealed with joy.
Johnny was a hero
They laid a laurel wreath upon his brow
When Johnny came marching home.
There was a jubilee, then,
When Johnny came marching home.
But Johnny didn't always come marching home.
Sometimes, Johnny lay on his back in a ditch.
Sometimes, Johnny slept among the poppies.
Sometimes, Johnny was washed in the tide.
Sometimes, Johnny was embraced by the ground.
Instead of church bells, a bugle sounded, and rifles cracked out overhead.
There was no cheering.
There were tears.
Instead of a wreath, Johnny gained a heart of purple and gold.
Johnny’s eyes cannot see the tears that fall for him
Johnny’s eyes cannot hear taps play for him
Johnny lies beneath the earth
And above him, like a strange flower,
A flag with fifty stars is planted over his head.
Johnny didn't come home after Bunker Hill.
He stayed behind at
PTSD Awareness Day"I was a monster. The littlest of things would set me off. I was screaming, looking for a fight. There was so much rage inside of me. In the end, I guess I was mad at myself...for surviving."
"I still hear the screams, I still smell the blood. I can still taste the dust on my lips. Every time I close my eyes, my heart leaps into my throat when I see that missing wall, the dust billowing out. I still feel my throat going raw as I scream for the two that we knew were underneath the rubble. I still feel his swollen, bloody hand in mine as he fights to live...."
Sometimes I hurt the ones that I love the most, even though they're the ones that I need the most...because there's so much pain and anger and hurt going on inside of my head and my heart that I just don't know what to do with it. I feel like there's no way to say that I'm sorry enough.
He tells me that I've s
Confession: The Other LoverMy heart is racing, my hands are shaking.
Forgive me for this letter, love.
My heart is breaking.
This affair has been heavy on my heart.
You deserve this confession,
It's tearing me apart.
It's not you, it's me.
Isn't that how it always goes?
Lover, I hope you understand my plea.
We met some time ago
And I fell so damned hard.
I just...I felt that you should know.
She's the drug in my veins,
I can't get enough, I'm mad with desire;
It's time to break these chains.
I came home last night,
but I never really left her place.
Please lover, understand my plight.
The pull has become impossible to resist -
I have to go back, I NEED to go back;
I've fallen for this terrible tryst.
I've had my chance to roam,
But shes calling my name baby;
Its time to go home.
I have a lover on the side...
Her name is War,
My combat bride.
Not a family member
or a close friend.
Not a fictional character
wearing tights and whatnot.
Not a single image.
The many who serve
The many who fight for the right.
Rain, sleet, or snow
our loved ones,
Many don't think of it
but the price of freedom
is never free.