Poem -

Coming Home

Returning home from the war

He is not the man he was before

To see such violence, and friends die

Is bound to make the most toughened cry

The battle is now finding a daily routine

After all the bloodshed he has seen

He is trying hard to establish a role in life

But all he experiences is trouble and strife.

We have to understand the effects on a man

When he is doing all that he can

To combat stress caused by events far away

Now, struggling to get through every day

The gruesome images of conflict in his head

He often wishes he were dead

So, we must help him come to terms with what he saw

Caring for those suffering the consequences of war

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Richard Waters

We can't ignore the effects of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and have to care for our troops once they have left the battlefield and come home !

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Eden Van der Nest

Hi RichardĀ 

Reading this was an experience on its own! Deep and once again the sincerity of what you wanted to bring across is evident. I was literally transported into the man's emotional state. Well done and keep writing!!

Kind regardsĀ 

Eden

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Richard Waters

So glad you liked this one ! It means a lot !

Best wishes !

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