served as medic in that damn war
still not sure what we fought for
did a lot to save my brothers
even saved some of the others
stopping the bleeding was my main job
a lot to lose with each heart throb
grew up fast and learned a lot
had to make the bleeding clot
still have nightmares to this day
seems I can not get away
the cries and screams I heard so loud
hang around as a big dark cloud
destined to live my life with stress
my fate was sealed when I ETS
a nasty curse I should have foreseen
when blood was spilled on my 214
bloody papers I carry through life
a reminder of my wartime strife
like giving me the boot as I walk out the door
painful memories to my very core
David Rose
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