...Coming Home Again...
..(For Her)..
"Song playing..Cat in the Cradle"
This page is here because of Joseph Shaffer & John Adams..
"Marines".."Husbands"..
They made me see the value of a Veteran's Marriage.
Therefore it is with humble heart,
that I post this for my wife Louise.
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Louise & 11bravovet
"Should Have"
I should have known the day I left, too young to understand.
That I'd return forever changed, full of guilt this man.
I'd seen too much and felt the pain, of a thousand screaming tears,
and left behind a then young wife, who's stood by me all these years.
Oh..yes, an 11Bravo, no stronger do they come, So I carried the weight inside my soul,
Hidden from all but one.
Why? You ask does a Soldier live,
and carry all this shame?
It is because he knew too many, an etching and a name.
Forget the past ..they tell me, leave it all alone.
I wish I could have left it there, but it lives with me at home.
All except the Veteran, may not understand,
can't see a nightmares clutch of wife,
trying to wake him if she can.
And none except the strongest wives, can endure this awful fate,
They leave their Veterans all alone, gun-barrels at the wait.
Oh yes, the suicidal thoughts were mine..I try to push them down.
And when it's tough, I try to see the flowing of her gown.
Not me!, I cried..this Infantry man, is stronger than the rest.
But it took Marines, named Joe & John,
Who showed me what is best.
It took a wife, such as Louise, to stand by me when I cried.
And it took the Spirits, of Linda & Lois,
To make me glad I tried.
Dedicated to my Wife..Louise, Dave/11bravovet
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Hidden Truths
What are the things I can give to you
just tell me and they are yours.
I have the power of Words you see
to open many doors.
But tell me quick, lest I should die
with still this gratuitous debt
That I'll repay on a field of stones
you have not seen as yet.
There is more to me than you will know
there is more that meets the soul
for PTSD is my challenge in life
somedays I am not whole.
I know the pain of a hundred wars
I know the feeling inside.
I know the hauntings of Soldiers death
Oh yes..I've had that ride.
So ask me please, what can I do
still here for you this day
I'll find the key to open the door
it was meant to be this way.
You may think Dave a powerful man
with rhyme and wit and prose.
But on ocassion, his Spirit dies
as surely as the Rose.
You'll find him then with hollow eyes
in a forest or river alone.
Not wishing this offer then to make,
nor wishing to even see home.
If he speaks at all, he will tell you there
of the rising beauty of sun.
And the sounds in the quiet, that comfort his soul
as a new day is begun.
But then is the test, don't turn away
If you leave now he will fall.
He will return, if you patiently wait
with the geese in Spring with their call.
So ask away, but a favor of you
I hold you to it my friend
Hold my colors, and shed a tear
when 21 guns sound the End.
Dave/11bravovet 11-18-98
Especially I
Especially I,
should have known the course to take, and would.
Especially I,
should have seen- and turned back when I could.
I'd kept a place too close too long,
Where I could go to hide.
And none had ever traveled there,
Except for her who tried.
I thought the door was closed too tight,
I thought no one could see.
But she slipped in with not a touch,
Her feelings were the key.
We walked along a sorrowed path,
of names she did not know.
And gave support to a troubled past,
The thought has touched me so.
She spoke so easily, understanding all,
enjoying each new day.
The memories of her smiling laugh,
Are mine now and will stay.
They consume my every quiet time,
step in when I try to hide.
And if to change, I wouldn't now.
I need her by my side.
Especially I,
should have seen the course,
Some people say I should,
But I will never turn my back.
As if I really could.
Dave/11bravovet...a long time ago...:)
...HEY BOYS!...
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Did you know that as you left your home
And went proudly to fight a war
That we, the families, wives and Mom’s
Stood crying at our doors?
We watched you walk away from us
Some scared , yet some so strong.
And as you left, we knew inside
That leaving was so wrong.
We thought of you and wrote to you,
Sent cookies when we could.
Hoping they would arrive in tact
(A piece of home would be good.)
We watched the news, though trying not
To imagine what it was like.
For it hurt so much to think of you
“Out there” amongst the fight.
We’d pray each night as the sun went down,
For God to watch over you.
And keep you safe in His loving arms
And bring you back real soon.
Days passed by, we’d worry and wait.
Dreading a knock on our door
Telling us our loved one was gone…
And will be…. Nevermore.
Our young boys became instant men,
As they traveled to lands and shores.
Our young boys became instant men
When they witnessed intense horrors.
The day had come for our boys to return
To their families, wives and Mom’s.
Only to be met with yet more pain
As the protesters dropped their bomb.
The bitterness “they” showed our boys
As they spat upon their shoes!
My God! My God! Do “they” not see?
Do “they” not have a clue?
Some Vets can tell their stories,
While yet so many cannot.
For some are still fighting deep within,
And rage still boils hot.
Many families have lost their men,
Although right by our sides.
And we stand firm to encourage them
In us to confide.
To all the Vets of that horrendous war
I offer this simple poem
And four simple words, meant from the heart…
“HEY BOYS…WELCOME HOME!!”
..'Nita..10-24-98
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