For a Yellow Ribbon

By HighlandHillbilly

In yesteryears we watched our brothers die in the mud and jungle,
​these days we see them fall in mountains and sand.
​In the past we came home and people spit on us,
​now we come home missing limbs and/or with mental issues.
​We come home from our time at basic completely changed,
​raised in a "good" home we say, "Please pass the fucking potatoes."
​Those of us that make it home always seem disconnected,
like something has been cut out if our hearts.
​You hear the stories of horrors we have seen or done ourselves,
​and you wonder why we keep going back?

​Because somewhere in the land of the Big PX is a little girl whom we will never meet,
​safe asleep in her bed, with a yellow ribbon in her yard for one of our brothers.
​We will do our very best to see him home, though we may never meet him,
​with his shield....... or on it........ AMEN

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Copyright 2017 HighlandHillbilly
Published on Sunday, October 8, 2017.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"
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  • worm On Monday, October 9, 2017, worm (1436)By person wrote:

    a voice for the fallen... I commend you! ~worm~

  • Kaiser Black On Monday, October 9, 2017, Kaiser Black (1238)By person wrote:

    You continue to impress. This is unbelievably powerful. Nothing else I can say. Awesome.

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