P T S D 1

Remember, too, those military men
With memories buried deep
Lifelong scars within their soul
Interrupting them when they sleep
The horrors of the battlefield
The screams of the wounded and the smell
With destruction all around them
These things they remember well
Although no scars from bullet wounds
Or missing limbs that we might see
Their wound is deep within their soul
Maybe for eternity
So, while we honour those who gave their lives
May we also give some thought
Of those who survived the battlefields
But are left with their lives overwrought
And if you meet someone like this
Please give them some thought
For the injuries sustained by them, of course
Was from various battles they fought
And as they try to regain their lives
A normal life is their central goal
So shake their hands and release them
From the demons within their soul

Dennis Shrubshall