THE ART OF REMEMBERING
By SWASHPLATE


Our brains protects us in forgetting things that hurt,
Traumas of a war long past,dangers we would flirt.
Yet a historic thing unfolds,our emotions unscabed,
We have to face the pain and rage again,mental rehabed.


Remember the CE you fretted over about his wound so bad,
Remember the tears from seeing your AC dead,how sad.
Remember the screams of pain on the medivac ship,
Remember the fear from hole in the canopy you`d slip.


Remember the hate as you see young soldiers shot dead,
Remember the calls for help from your flight helmet on your
head.
Remember the horrible crunch as your ship crashes into the
ground,
Remember the never ending noise of combat sound.

Remember the eyes that greet you before a flight,
Remember the broken voices, choked by fright.
Remember the joy of leaving this Damned place,
Remember the feeling of disgust as your own people point in
disgrace.


Remember gathering up the possessions of the dead,
Remember writing the letters home,anguished parents read.
Remember my brother,and remember well,
You can NEVER forget, your tour in HELL!



--- Marvin Camp
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