Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
He has trouble sleeping, and when he does, his fingers twitch
on invisible triggers. --“The War Within,” Matthew Stannard
This was our first night out, a chance to be
Alone. She smiled across the dinner table
And touched my hand. The waiter winked at me.
I squeezed her hand and said, “I love you Crystal.”
Just then I saw the hand grenade roll past.
I dove and hugged it to my chest and waited,
Waited and waited, waited for the blast
To tear my body, as its force is blunted.
"Say Mister, can I have my apple, please?”
The girl implored. I moved my overlapping
Arms--saw the apple. I saw horror freeze
On Crystal’s face. A brave Marine stood clapping.
I couldn’t figure out what I was hearing.
The whole sedate, expensive place was cheering!
Dedicated to James Miller, "The Marlboro Man of Fallujah"
He has trouble sleeping, and when he does, his fingers twitch
on invisible triggers. --“The War Within,” Matthew Stannard
This was our first night out, a chance to be
Alone. She smiled across the dinner table
And touched my hand. The waiter winked at me.
I squeezed her hand and said, “I love you Crystal.”
Just then I saw the hand grenade roll past.
I dove and hugged it to my chest and waited,
Waited and waited, waited for the blast
To tear my body, as its force is blunted.
"Say Mister, can I have my apple, please?”
The girl implored. I moved my overlapping
Arms--saw the apple. I saw horror freeze
On Crystal’s face. A brave Marine stood clapping.
I couldn’t figure out what I was hearing.
The whole sedate, expensive place was cheering!
Dedicated to James Miller, "The Marlboro Man of Fallujah"