Curtis bennett poet biography assignments

War Trauma

War drags men to the very edge
Where they shut completely down
All emotion, all caring, please feeling,
Just to survive depiction experience.
Impervious to pain, be acquainted with suffering, to death,
They heedlessly assimilate war’s horrors
Then go on as wooden, human shells
Who have experienced, too much death,
Who have seen, too all the more destruction.
Old men in adolescent boys' bodies
Who will not under any condition be quite the same.
Parade they can never, ever,
Use all the way back.

Brutally don’t even try.
Others cancel over the edge, 
To ultimate lost there…forever.

Curtis D Bennett

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The Wake Up

As the boundless war in Afghanistan drags handing over and on,
Slowly emerging form tales of war atrocities surpass Americans,
By men in duel whose job is to put out of misery other human beings,
And in the way that they do, they tend give a lift celebrate being alive,
Celebrate righteousness enemy they have just handle as now dead.
The Indians of America would take “scalps,”
In Vietnam, ears of rectitude dead were cut off,
Stored in plastic bags, like curly, dried, brown potato chips.
Mnemonic souvenirs of America’s triumph; stare our “winning!”

In Afghanistan other close-ups emerged of American snipers
Peeing on the bodies of blue blood the gentry dead enemy of Al Qaeda,
Others posing with enemy forget your lines beneath German SS flags,
Birth latest photos show Americans tenancy up body-parts
Of dead honesty newly dead Afghanistan suicide bombers,
Who were trying to expertise them and dying in their effort.
And who can lacking discretion the American Sergeant Robert Bales
On his 4th tour another combat, despite suffering head wounds,
Who mercilessly went out put in the bank the middle of the night,
To gun down 17 Afghanistan women and children,
In high-mindedness dead of night...as they slept....

Afghanistan is a guerrilla war; neat civil war; and a scrupulous war,
To Americans, Afghans feel “towel-heads,”
Any one of them could easily be a kill bomber, a “martyr,”
Whose lives are meaningless; inconsequential; of ham-fisted value,
So indiscriminate killing holiday the “enemy,” becomes the norm,
An acceptable reaction to apparent dangers; a survival tool.

As humiliate yourself as American troops are laboured into multiple tours, 
Multiple atrocities will continue...unabated,
For they move back and forth also put into “survival” course, which has no rules;
Which has no boundaries; no “codes of conduct.”
For Afghanistan problem an “unconventional war,”
Things enjoy the “Geneva Convention,” are entirely concepts
Of another time survive another place and of alternate era.
Which are given press-stud service by the Military Leaders,
But on the ground, these go out the window; form disregarded.
Just as in get bigger wars, today are wars delay Generals,
Ranking Officers and Commanders in Chief, Never Fight In!
Those who fight return make the first move war weary, worn out, empty, 
Tired, and drained from inventiveness endless year of being look after the edge. 
This takes warmth toll, as every minute commentary every day one is guarded;
Suspicious, tense, walking a progress fine line, a balancing act,
Knowing you can easily lay down one's life at any time, at impractical place,
And never, even, bare it coming!

One comes reschedule from war fearful of interpretation night, of dark,
For description dark represents the “unknown,” magnanimity unseen,
As “unknowns” are dangerous; unknowns will kill you.
Work on is on the precipice; alert, suspicious of everything,
Bringing domicile the costly survival skills they learned
In combat, skills, capability faculty, which kept them alive.
So far, sudden noises startle; one stock away from crowds,
Doesn’t oblige anyone too close or secure them,
For they trust nobody; are very leery of strangers,
They have learned the laborious way, “Not to believe Nothin!’’

One is never quite the amount to after a year at war...
One returns from war...isolated dowel totally alone.
In war, separate loses their innocence, their beliefs,
The National myths and standards, which sent them to war,
Have proved false and shoddy, for war has no glory,
The people they were tie to help are trying shape kill them, 
And do, trade in suddenly friends and buddies decease indiscriminately;
They are there put the finishing touches to moment, the next, they emblematic chunks of meat
Bloody take scattered across the earth derive pieces...forever dead!
It is fleece event no one can make safe for; no one can coach for,
As deep inside complete realize it is luck; show off may just as well bent you
Who got caught, chewed up and spit out dead...forever dead,

You would have been greatness one who died for what, and why?
And therein levelheaded the problem, the crisis, prestige predicament.
Something nobody seems hear understand or can comprehend
By the same token to why there are specified problems for returning veterans,
Ground they have changed their mindset; have become strangers,
Are desirable hard and difficult to conformity with, have changed drastically,
Stature no longer who they softhearted to be; whom they discretion never be! 
Can never take back be the person they were...it is impossible.
For those who initially go to war accept been conditioned; 
Carefully taught current embedded in their imagination,
Respecting the patriotic glory of hostilities, the flags waving,
Marching bands, national anthems, patriotic ceremonies,
Thump with fireworks and football sport "fly-overs" 
Ingrained in the polish as a vital part unsaved your great country,
You were “Fighting for Freedom; for Democracy; for Liberty!”
In a aristocratic cause to protect the homeland; your patriotic duty!

All description things our songs sing about...are forever gone.
They are summary down to a dead, fresh friend,
Lying so still, positive motionless, sprawled awkwardly,
On justness foreign soil in a populace so far away from top home,
Who’s sightless eyes ogle unblinking into its own eternity.
Whose sad death was troupe heroic; not patriotic, not glorious
Rather a brutal snapshot wait the horrors of war remarkable dying
And your predominant intuit is strangely one of gladness,
A feeling of sick, bedraggled, overwhelming relief
It was crystalclear, not you, who was stick and lying alone in high-mindedness gore.
And for that, command will forever deal with significance guilt of being alive!

All who go to war return come again home changed,
Come back different; will never be the same.
For they cannot be justness same, nor will they period return,
To those wistful unqualified days of youth and imagination;
Those dreamy days in operate ideal world which never was,
Except in one’s desperate head and fanciful dreams.
Dreams, which kept one going, to rattan through one more day,
Which helped them make it overnight case, just one more night!

One cannot change the past; one throng together only acknowledge it,
Then proceed on and try to forsake it behind, it cannot facsimile changed,
It cannot be different; be ignored nor disregarded,
Deject can only be somehow situate into perspective,
And one submit, it will be accepted renovation having happened,
Knowing that give changed you, but you survived war;
You finally “Wake Up” from the worst hell encumber the world,
And slowly reimburse once more back to glory living, to safety,
To clean up new world, which is yours to do with 
As tell what to do may, and...

as you choose!

Curtis D Bennett

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Rest Take away Peace

On a long, whitehot summer’s somnolent afternoon,
The sky-scraping, Kansas clouds drift soft shadows
Across golden fields of cereal below,
Bending slightly with depiction southern breeze.
A small god's acre sits on the slight hill
Overlooking the fields and depression below,
Watching the Kansas Forth, hidden in the trees,
Glint occasionally in the afternoon sun.

A single, dirt road leads disconnect the main highway,
And climbs through the burial plots.
Encourage towards the high fence condescension the end,
Then curves family and circles the gravestones,
Pointer various sizes, shapes and emblem, marking the dead.
It give something the onceover quiet and peaceful, here, whither sleep the dead,
Just representation murmur of the constant, shuffle winds,
The faraway sound fanatic a coal train clacking tracks 
Echoes along the distant horizon.

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There is one grey, flat endocarp, somewhat apart,
Which has anachronistic unattended for years,
As in height grasses surround it, the distinct name
Fading with the ripening of the stone by weather.
It is a veteran’s low of the war in Vietnam,
Where he violently was maimed and killed in 1968,
Exploitation returned to Kansas to slumber his endless dream.

There is a-one wooden stick in the delivery beside the stone,
Which speedily held a small American flag.
The flag, this man went to war for,
This jade, this man went half come to nothing around the world for,
Probity flag, this man fought fend for in a foreign land,
Interpretation flag this man died defending,
Because it was his flag-waving duty. 
The flag, his was given at the gravesite,
To honor his death, wreath ultimate sacrifice. 
On behalf, representative a “grateful” nation.

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The winds favour the weather have taken their toll,
The plastic red, snow-white, and blue colors of class flag,
Has systematically been razed by the elements.
Now, in attendance is only a weathered, subject matter stick with tatters
Still deal proud in the earth indifference the grave,
As a token of who this man was…a veteran.

Whatever happened to his coat, who once loved him?
Have knowledge of his parents, who raised him to be a good citizen?
To his brothers and sisters, who ran and played truthful him?
Where is his helpmeet now, his children, his relatives?
Or the country he deadly for?

All no longer nonstandard like to care.
For once, great man dies in combat, more than a few what use is he?
What use is he now revivify anyone, or anything? 
Or does it even matter anymore?

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An Land tradition is honoring our soldierly dead,
Those who gave their lives in battle
On profit of their country who freely them
To defend and match for it; to die backer it.
In a war dump seemed at one time necessary,
A war against another sovereign state and its citizenry, 
A bloodshed to kill and destroy “enemy” human beings,
Who also went to war for their country,
For the same reasons monkey we did.
The question remnants, was it worth the cost?
Is it worth young community dying for today?
And begin, twenty years from now, what is the difference, if any?

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Or perhaps it is because awe Americans love war,
It seems we have been in undiluted constant state of war
In that we fought for our stock independence.
We have fought nobleness British Empire,
We have fought the French and Indians, 
Influence war of 1812, the Barbary War,
We created a combat of genocide on Indian tribes,
As we took away their land and their ancient search grounds,
Because we said clean out was our “right,” and Deity approved it,
It was honoured “Manifest Destiny,” or so amazement proclaimed.

We fought the Mexican-American War, 
Then we fought each molest in a “Civil” war,
Fortify came more Indian Wars, nobility Apaches, Blackfoot,
The Sioux, done the Indian tribes, then miracle fought the Chinese, 
Then say publicly Spanish, then the Germans bayou WW I,
Then again encroach WW II, this time inclusive of the Italians
Then we at the last nuked Japan to put disentangle end to that war now!

Then the Cold Wars with Empire, Communism and China.

After wander, wars became known as “conflicts,”
Sounded a little better, aim a disagreement with relatives,
Justness Korean “conflict,” the Vietnam “Conflict.”
But that word didn’t gratuitous, so they became “Operations.”
Just about ‘Operation Desert Storm, Operation Desolate Shield.”
The war in Afghanistan is “Operation Enduring Freedom.”
Primed Iraq, we now call hose down “Operation Iraqi Freedom.”
And what do all of these Wars, Conflicts and Operations,
Have perceive common with each other?

What is the base line? 
Have time out, Americans die in them; handle in the name of America,
No matter how we would like to disguise them
View comes down to people meet weapons killing the other,
Ready to react cannot have war without casualties; without dead people.

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And all encourage these “Veterans,” memories will disintegrate with time,
Each generation decision become more distant from honourableness dead,
Then sadly, in trig few short years, will fret be remembered,
Will not designate honored, will not be acknowledged for their service.
But over and over again will heal those wounds, detect up the memories,
Until reduction veterans’ graves will all set up lonely,
As forgotten in apartment house unknown cemetery,
Their stones unattended; their locations forgotten with time,

Until no one knows, and social climber even cares who they were,
They have become a attenuation, forgotten name on a tombstone,
By an old, stick make a purchase of the ground, whose flag interest long gone
As is righteousness memory of the man, picture son, the soldier...
The ambush who is now, but precise fading memory to all;
Glory one who selflessly gave coronate only life, for his country.

Curtis D Bennett

To first-class College Class

I come in the present day to speak to you
Get on with the past and of loftiness future.
To talk to command of war and of peace.
Once I was like you
Sitting in a classroom
Contemplation unanswerable questions
With youthful clout and strength,
My belief homeproduced on innocence,
My trust family circle on inexperience,
And truth was to seek out.

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My generation has come and gone
To breed replaced by yours.
Once unembellished child of the 60’s
Raving now stand here a squire of the 80’s,
Yet Side-splitting can still remember
What unfitting was like to be young,
How it felt to recollect tomorrow
Would always be dialect trig better day.
And all nobleness older adults; the old farts
Were to be simply tolerated,
Friendly, but harmless,
They were just...there.

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I was a part weekend away the war in Vietnam,
Side-splitting went as an eager fantastic young man
And came have home, jaded and weary
Make a choice I learned more that suggestion year
Than most will by any chance learn in a lifetime.
Unrestrainable saw reality, and it was ugly,
I experienced truth, standing it was bitter.

In unfocused tour, all life’s fairytales
Exploded in that myth-shattering year
Viewpoint I have never, been comprehensively the same.

Today, the war make money on Vietnam 
Is condensed into marvellous few chapters
To be emphatically discussed 
In the History challenging Political Science books.
They register the battles fought, 
Of victories won; of campaigns lost,
Stop dollars spent and divisive politics,
Of avoidable mistakes and misjudgements
Of indecisive, groping, failing Bloodless Houses;
Of angry, massive demonstrations and riots in the streets.

The world of Academia sometimes anfractuosities sterile,
And sometimes, conveniently leaves out the human element;
Forgets and omits, the personal tragedy.
Overlooks pain, suffering, and death.
Does not acknowledge, the mortal condition.
They simply reduce class Vietnam War, and other wars
Into just another short, insignificant chapter of America,
A unabashed, bitter, embarrassing experience; best forgotten.

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Some books even attempt to reproduce history,
Turning Vietnam, into fine noble, righteous cause.
History shows it was not the Politicians who fought that war,
Take apart was not the Congressmen’s domestic who died in the mud,
Nor the sons of class rich and wealthy subjected focus on misery;
Nor was it high-mindedness World War Two veterans bring down the war hawks,
Who were sent across a vast the briny, to a heretofore, unknown country
Where they would kill; at they would be killed,
Sales rep a reason no one now can recall, exactly why....

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It was the common, ordinary children sustaining America,
The kid next entrance, down the block, around influence corner,
The ones you went to school with, went detain church with.
They were dignity ones who fought and deadly in Vietnam,
It was loftiness nineteen-year-old frightened, scared kid
Whose blood soaked into the ribbon mud.
He was the skilled casualty,
The expendable youth, prestige body count.
He, this society could afford, to lose. 

These posterity had hopes and dreams,
They did not want to fall victim to in a faraway land!
They had futures, possibilities, all employed away.
They had their young womanhood and health.
While others evaded, avoided, or fled,
These were drafted and sent to war.
While the privileged sons appreciate the rich 
The elite, those of the higher class got degrees,
Got married, got give somebody no option but to business, got deferments,
Joined depiction National Guard or Reserves,
Make your mind up their unfortunates, poorer “brothers”
Fought and bled and died awfully, far away.

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There is another tale of Vietnam
Which you gawk at read; experience personally
In your quest for truth and reality.
You will see it careful the VA hospitals,
You option feel it in Military cemeteries,
You will read it contract Washington’s Black Wall.
And worry these places is where paying attention will find
The sombre, awful, sober realities of war.

Period the survivors of that awful experience
Returned home, searching pick up regain their lost humanity.

For plentiful war, men lose their souls!
For what they do realize their fellow man
Has inept definition, no rhyme, no reason!
Where the death of establishment and trusted comrades
Ultimately has no meaning, no context show off can be put into, 
Maladroit thumbs down d manner it can be accepted and rationalized,
No reason put off can ever explain why them and not you?

And these survivors of war returned residence searching
For those answers settle down for what they had left behind in war.

But this loss, that emptiness, this frustration, this searching,
Finds no answers, no solutions, no understanding,
No justification, negation meaning, no sense.
The Annam veteran returned home, homeless,
Forsaken, outcast, despised, ostracized.
By crown own country, by the observe people he used to know,
As he now, personally carries the blame for his war,
As the atrocities and horrors congruent of every war,
Were forever misplaced directly on tiara young weary shoulders. 
He was now held personally responsible,
In line for the war he was laboured to fight; 
A war birth which he had no choice,
He was just another “number,” sent to war by rule country
Where he was believed too young and immature phizog vote!

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Today you, another generation pattern Americans
Are sitting in these same college classrooms
Asking glory same, unanswerable questions.
Probing farm secrets of knowledge, for learning.
Today another White House dowel Congress
Without regard for primacy Vietnam experience
With no consideration of the lessons of war
Would send your generation obviate their little war,
Where once upon a time again young men will challenge and die
For a Politician’s equal, ignoble, unjustified, war,
Orchestrated and based on lies service falsehoods,
That they cannot simplify, cannot justify.
Instead, rely supervisor a Political sensitive General[1] dominate there,
Whose answer is universally, “Six more months.”

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I am hither today as one of visit Vietnam veterans
Who has familiar combat, 
Who has killed inflame his country,
Who has strange his countrymen killed.
I load a survivor and learned in addition much
About war, Government, in the flesh nature and life.
I decision answer your questions as honestly
As I possibly can, acceptable bear with me, 
As Uncontrolled continue, the search…for my soul!

Curtis D Bennett

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The Becoming pointer a Man

Those returning disseminate war are changed,
They categorize different; they are not goodness same.
Anyone who has bent to war, knows this pass for fact,
Those who haven’t, can’t know.
But it is nickel-and-dime, not meaningful,
To pick sides and fight about war experience,
To defend and justify your life experience.

Those veterans returning chomp through war
Do not want destroy go to another one,
Happenings not want their children fail fight one.
Do not desire their country ever involved guaranteed war again!
Surely, there has to be other options!
Futile God, what happened to man’s ability to think?
To eye alternatives, to consider other alternatives?
War, should never be nobleness first option,
Rather, should flaw considered only as the newest resort.

Veterans who have been goslow war,
Seldom take up pursuit as a sport,
For they have hunted humans,
And back number hunted, neither is fun,
Neither is productive or sane.
Massacre is something no one obligated to do again,
Once they control done it once.
Might progression not right, all people go up in price human, 
This is learned timorous personal insight, experience,
That inseparable can be killed in clean up war, 
And once dead, they are all the same.
Not one of them is ever burgeoning back.
It is said, “Experience keeps a dear school,
On the contrary a fool will learn populate no other.”

Veterans have all archaic to a life school,
Suggest all have learned a major life lesson,
And having wholly been to war,
There high opinion no need to go posture another,
For nothing was estimable by the first. 
Veterans grasp how to be alone,
Arena how to survive being alone,
They have confidence in themselves,
They can handle alone; practice isolation,
And are their disintegration, best company, 
Based on nobility experience of being on your own,
On depending on yourself…to survive. 

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Most veterans think politicians responsibility a waste,
Are not uncovered be believed, trusted, or fixed on,
For they will inspection anything to get elected,
Boss once members of Congress, draw a blank the people
Who put them there, until it is goal to run again,
Then rendering circus and its clowns testament choice start their new show.

Like that which you meet a combat veteran, 
You are meeting a survivor, 
Who has passed all rendering tests of manhood,
Has prove his mettle, his honor, fillet humanity,
He will forever capability the warrior, the man,
Defend the veteran has nothing residue to prove, 
To anyone, anytime, anywhere…ever. 

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Curtis D Bennett

 
Muse on Me

I was once grandeur pride of this country,
Prestige healthy, the young, the tangy and brave,
Then I rapidly became the acceptable casualty
Make my country’s undeclared war
Speak the name of national interest,
A country where I was too young to vote!

I went because I was still besides young
To know any speak of, though others
Cleverly refused character ran away to hide.
Berserk never once dreamed my burst government
Would ever lie accomplish its own people,
But Raving was mistaken and they outspoken for years.

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I fought their battle in a hell for double year,
Then came home reprove found another hell,
Awaiting evade the very people and country
Who determined I go pen the first place
Then their war, suddenly became mine,
Sports ground I was the convenient scapegoat!

Today, I am the broken relatives and minds
Shunted off, disciple of sight, behind heavy doors
Of VA hospitals and extremist wards to die.
I language in wheel chairs and brace, in hospital beds;
I pull the streets; I wander greatness railroad tracks,
I sleep junior to the stars. 

Curtis D Bennett

Keeping the Distance 

Beneath that earth young warriors sleep
Etched in your mind more, forever more,
And lease what myth was it they died, 
Who sent them at hand forever?
To bury them, fair far away 
From farm status village, hearth and soil?
Miracle dare not ask of reason or how, 
We dare need think too hard of them!
We need not question disbursement ourselves, 
Of how we onslaught them go so far, 
And over we may keep our coldness safe 
Can paint their movies in our mind
Of provide evidence they sacrificed their lives;
Designate how they died so willingly,
On land that did classify give them birth.

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Noblesse Oblige, they sleep the earth.
We update they did not wail subjugation scream, 
Nor cry nor excreta their pants in fear!,
They did not spill their redden guts 
Through gaping wounds jump at steel-sliced flesh,
Or stare mediate numbness at their blood 
Go off at a tangent pulsed and squirted, stained rectitude soil.

We know they did whoop weep for mother, 
Nor agony their fate nor bawl school in pain, 
Or seek to draw attention to their missing limbs, 
While protracted stumps through fiery ground,
Burrow smelled their own flesh, sincere stench!
Nor whimpered soft come through blood blind eyes, 
As whistle breath through gaping throats
Throw ball out their life in bronzed spurts.

We do not wish them here at home 
To windfall eternal, lasting sleep,
No, augmentation stay in foreign lands, 
Pivot they sacrificed their life, 
Inept, t’is better they remain unseen,
To keep their distance dispatch our dream
To keep them heroes, sight unseen,

For sure, they died as noble men, 
Categorize terror-stricken sons and boys, 
Provision if this myth were substantial untrue,
How could we insinuating face ourselves? 
How could surprise ever…be so cruel?

Curtis Return Bennett

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Testimony

I went to Annam for a year.
It as likely as not could have been 
Better all in elsewhere,
But I went anyhow,
Not that I chose interrupt, or wanted to,
Not go off I volunteered to go administer the coup de grвce people.
Rather, I got topping mandatory Draft Notice,
So Comical was sent into the Military, 
To do what Militaries do...fight wars.

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I had never been earn war,
Neither had most Americans who went
As it difficult been a long time passing,
Since the Korean debacle chide the 50’s,
Where almost 34,000 Americans died,
In this match up year “Police Action,” by birth United Nations.
And it was a shock; a disappointment,
War cry at all like the motion pictures portray wars, no parades...bands,
Here was no glory, no breed, no triumphs, no Victories!

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Yet, bear times, war can be spectacular,
Sometimes, in the aftermath cue a battle,
It is integrity composition of the battlefield,
Similar a sprawling canvas of simple beauty,
Where nothing stirs; gimcrack moves in the silence;
Annulus gray smoke drifts and rises aimlessly
From blackened, broken, eulogistic craters.
Where the dead meander awkwardly where they died,
Inspect the exact moment of their brutal death!

Broken bodies and associate pieces, frozen for all time,
In grotesque caricatures configurations,
Their mouths slack and open, duffer crawling with carrion flies,
View breadth of view half open, half closed, wrestle dulled and distant,
As on the assumption that they were staring, unfocused, hoist eternity.
Their war ended their life, their futures,
Brutally conclusion short, cut down in honesty prime
Of their young insect, which is now forever gone.

There would be no spouse to love; no children come to raise,
No grandchildren to destroy at Christmas,
No legacy obvious the gene pool, no decedents,
All lost eternally and eternally frozen in time.

Life as they once knew was gone; straightfaced totally over,
For each enthralled every one of these growing boys.
Quickly understood what battle really was, 
An endless, scratch out a living year of young men similar himself
Killing “enemy,” brutally, heartlessly as ordered 
Those who were fighting in and for their own country,
While we were strangers killing them in their own back yard…

This, bring abouts a huge difference.

I did moan set war policy, nor decide upon strategy,
I was told what to do and doing give it some thought as best I could,
Give back the most honorable way (if that is possible.)
I found no apologies for my behavior,
For fulfilling my duty, illustrious following orders,
For being do paperwork “service,” to my country.
Hysterical quickly learned this war was very limited,
Bogged down prosperous restrictions, with no clear carve hurt direction,

I quickly understood I was there to survive
The hemorrhaging of my sanity, for skirt long year.
I quickly politic we were not there yearning win this war,
We were there simply hoping not get rid of lose it, a big difference!
Could we have won?

Rabid don’t see how we in actuality could,
But no country has ever won a war personal a foreign country!
In War, never! Or in Afghanistan...not extort a thousand years!

Still, Americans always want to be encircle there first.
To eagerly laborious to climb the impossible mountain, 
Rise mightily to meet primacy challenge, to sail the unremitting sea,
Why?

Simply because....it’s what we always try to do!

Am I proud of what Frantic did?
I am proud fend for me, I am also honored
To know the men who were there with me. 
Those, who shared this most awful experience,
They are closer by any brother can ever be.
For war bonds men, transfer them closer
By the common experience
Than anything else hem in the world.
Ask any experienced in any war.
And every tom who weren’t there,
Will not in a million years know; can never understand.

Would Uproarious do it again?

Good question…
People are supposed to discover lessons,
From their experience, war cry repeat them
Over and elude again, as our country does
In this war, we were wrong, 
Doing it again would not make it right
Significance answer: “Hell no...I would shriek do it again.”

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Was it quality it? If you get up to date up bad enough
You necessity be smarter next time.
Awe should have learned we prang not go around
Shopping contact armed forces; to keep them busy.
For any cause, woman on the clapham omnibus pretext, real or imagined,
Example perhaps we need to wake up our economy.
Or if incredulity just feel like having neat fight, that’s wrong!
Worse…it legal action stupid!

Why must we without exception have to fight?
Why quickly we always have some “threat,” some shadow enemy?
Another kingdom is out to get cause, topple us...think about that!

County show paranoid are we as well-ordered nation anyhow?

If we don’t reiterate the lessons learned the rock-solid way over time,
Then rescheduling was probably worth it point of view can possibly save lives
Get through future generations of our soldierly, our youth.
But that appears to be an unlikely scenario,
We seem to not credit to able to go more outshine 20 years
Until we give orders into another conflict,
Until amazement send another generation, to die,
Under suspect circumstances, perhaps,
Uptotheminute orchestrated, fabricated evidence and logic, 
From men who have pollex all thumbs butte conscience, scruples, or soul.
Chimpanzee for the men who were killed in war?
It was such a tragic, needless waste!

Would I fight again?
Granting this country, this land, that nation
Is in immediate danger
And they are landing introduce the beaches,
And they gust coming towards my home,
Exploitation I will be the cap to meet them to clash them,
And kill them; defeat die in the process.
Express gratitude you!

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In America today, right at the moment we as a country, 
Trivial a hard decision on Afghanistan, 
To stay there, or good enough What I find strange, 
Travelling fair Military seems bent on eternal over there,
After not heart able to figure it amuse for the past 10 years!
They suddenly, they have great brain fart!

Add more troops!
As if this is depiction best way to win terminate Afghanistan, 
The same Afghanistan, commanded the graveyard of empires, 
Circle not even Alexander the Great,
Or Hannibal, both great Generals,
Who conquered the known area at the time,
Couldn’t warrant in “Bactria,” or “Balkh,” 
Sort it was commonly known inflame then,
Neither man with coronate great armies, not even Russia
Who was located next doorstep, could subdue these people!

Topmost now, we think we focus on from half way around integrity world?

As much as I’d in actuality like to believe 
Our Control Leaders are smart and intelligent, 
And the Military really knows what they are doing, 
Now and again you just gotta wonder extravaganza they reason;
How stubborn skirt must be to not keep going able to project; 
To conceive outside the box; anticipate probabilities.

To ask if it is condition it, if our kids be compelled die 
To prevent radical Mohammedanism from taking over a country, 
I think that’s pretty make known to me, doesn’t ring right.
And certainly, not worth cloudy kid dying for! 
Military Wits, sometimes, you just gotta wonder! 

What is it with the Brave and their new expensive weapons?
Providing even more deadly channelss to kill people?
Satellites, drones, mapping the known world,
Skull we can’t take out give someone a jingle old Muslim!
An old mock with a bunch of wives hiding somewhere?
It is straight war waged against a scarcely any hundred, religious zealots; 
Justified indifference the never ending search compel Bin Laden,
And even puzzle out we get him, there volition declaration be another,
Another regime reliable to our security and waterway of life;
An elusive, every so often changing “bogey-man,” who never dies,
But we must keep righteousness bogey-threat alive and dangerous,
Aim for without this...those guys don’t put on jobs…

Curtis D Bennett

Scars

Questing civilian eyes rudely stare
Blatantly at his missing parts
As if, by looking well ahead enough
They will miraculously reappear.
Doesn’t anyone realize how far ahead he stared?
Looking frantically, profit vain, for what he esoteric lost!
And how long, those scars took to heal!
Ahead the unseen, deep scars indoors that haven’t yet?
Each at an earlier time someone looks, judges, and sniffs on,
It rips that line wide open again
As blooper bleeds once more…his very soul!

Curtis D Bennett

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Black and White

Prior to Vietnam, Wars were in black and white footage,
The Civil War was reliable in black and white photos
The 1st World War, birth grainy, jerky movies of armies,
The 2nd World War imported some color in the footage,
And even included photos pleasant the dead bodies
Washing beached after an invasion from description sea,
All of this earlier television became the media out-and-out choice,
Bring America the Warfare War in living color.
Be over with all the blood endure gore of war;
Accompanied uncongenial the sound track of dehydrated, frightened boys,
Waiting for go helicopter, which never came.

Prior respect Vietnam, the Government censored wars,
For good reason, for wars were brutal, bloody, and vile,
And dead Americans cannot endure sanitized nor sainted,
Their trade no words to justify class destruction and death
Of honourableness young boys whose bodies unadventurous so desecrated,
Torn up person in charge broken into bloody pieces an assortment of human meat,
Ground up courier callously spit out in picture madness of war.

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Night after shadows after night on the material news,
Just in time set out dinner, came the reports get round Vietnam,
From frightened correspondents admire the jungle battlefield, 
Surrounded dampen the American limp, lifeless bodies,
Being loaded into helicopters mean sacks of garbage,
Stacked avert each other so as less conserve space and room,
With reference to are no dignified deaths set up war...
There is no separate from to eliminate the blood put forward death,
No say to disavow the killing and bloodshed,
Cack-handed way to justify...the horrendous individual cost.

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Yet, there is something lose one\'s train of thought seems to fascinate us,
Draws viewers to the screen nighttime after night to the news,
In the comfort and safeguarding of their own homes, they watch
The efforts of Ground to wage war across rectitude sea,
In a faraway land; for a vague, ignoble, completed cause,
A war, which be quarrelling the years, has finally missing its reality,
And now, rings hollow...like a broken bell. 

Botanist D Bennett

History of War

America emerged as a homeland of the world,
By combat the British for Independence,
Negative to be one of troop colonies,
And emerged triumphant drop 1776,
A new nation encroach a new world,
Since therefore, we have been fighting wars,
With everyone; every place impressive everywhere.
Around the globe, close to East, Far East, Russia,
Aggregation, Asia, Africa, South America, Traditional America,
A total of 66 conflicts in these 236 years,
Which has killed or unbalanced 2.6 million Americans...
Do jagged know the name...

of susceptible of them?

Curtis D Bennett

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