A Soldiers Thoughts

Poems By Terry Craycraft

They yell at me and scream at me,
But I will not let them win…
They tell me when to shit and shave,
But I will not let them in.,
Mother you have no idea,
What I’m going through
Dad’s been gone for ten years now
He’s the only one who knew.
I will not give up my humanity,
On Sundays’ we went to church
I’ll follow orders, and do my duty
But my soul I’ll have to search.
I’m in country now, things are so strange
This is not what I was taught at all….
There used to be a right and wrong,
But NFG’s don’t mean nothing.
I will not give up my humanity,
On Sundays’ we went to church
I’ll follow orders, and do my duty,
But my soul I’ll have to search .
I’ve been here now for too damn long
The faces fade together
One minute we were drinking a beer,
And now they’re gone forever.
The days and nights, they’re all the same
The pounding in my chest…
I look at those around me,
And I have to do my best.
I will not give up my humanity
On Sundays’ we went to church
I’ll follow orders, and do my duty
But my soul I’ll have to search.
What did I do, why am I here ?
No one seems to care…
The people , they don’t want me here,
I see that nothing’s fair.
But it’s over now, I’m coming home
I’ve finally done my time
But who at home can ever know,
Was it right or just a crime ?
I leave the heat and the stink,
and the killing all behind…
But the only thing that bothers me,
Is how I became so blind.
I’ve given up my humanity,
I remember going to church…
I followed orders, and did my duty
Do I have a soul left to search ?
I find my mind drifting through time,
To the sounds and smells and places….
What was his name ? Was I to blame ?
I find that alcohol erases.
Home is not home, it’s much too cold
And who are all these people ?
I remember the names, but they’re not the same
Standing in the shadow of the steeple.
I want back my humanity,
I’m going to go to church….
I followed orders and did my duty,
I’m gonna’ find a soul to search.

DUTY
Terry R Craycraft
02/11/99

Highways to infinity,
Men in green and gold….
Marching off to fight a war,
The story is ages old.

To kill a man ,That is their plan ….
For honor , glory and fame ,
Every moment filled with anger and hate,
Every second , the same .

Numbing quiet , macabre to the soul ,
Screams in the darkened night………
To kill me is my enemies’ goal ,
It’s so hard to tell who’s right.

Highways through the clouds ,
Gee , Dad’s sure ‘gonna be proud….
In the darkness , a bell tolls aloud ,
Flying home , My flag for a shroud .

© 1997 rmckechan@usa.net

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