From Dale Pierce
This is a poem my son wrote after returning from Iraq, before he shot himself for what Bush had him do in Iraq.
Got home almost a year and a half ago
We were so happy
That beer never tasted so good
Iraq was the farthest thing from my mind
That was the best week of my life. It crept up slowly
First just while sleeping
More real and scary than when it happened
After, it's on the mind awake
Never 10 minutes goes by without being reminded
Been home a year and a half physically
Mentally, I will never be home.
- "Still at War" by Noah Pierce, poem inside his funeral folder
Thanks Dale
PS. Go get him!
http://www. afterdowningstreet. org/node/39561
This is a poem my son wrote after returning from Iraq, before he shot himself for what Bush had him do in Iraq.
Got home almost a year and a half ago
We were so happy
That beer never tasted so good
Iraq was the farthest thing from my mind
That was the best week of my life. It crept up slowly
First just while sleeping
More real and scary than when it happened
After, it's on the mind awake
Never 10 minutes goes by without being reminded
Been home a year and a half physically
Mentally, I will never be home.
- "Still at War" by Noah Pierce, poem inside his funeral folder
Thanks Dale
PS. Go get him!
http://www. afterdowningstreet. org/node/39561
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