Being a Veteran

Those medals I won don’t mean very much

It was long ago and miles away

I outgrew them; they’re just not who I am

I guess, put away, in a box they’ll stay

Or, I could send them back to Sam

Life goes on; still there’s the memory of then

When I was young with a questionable mission

But it is what it is; it will never change

I’ll always remember; it was, ultimately, my decision

Remembering nineteen months out of a sixty year range

Has certainly left me in an awkward position

Once a year, on Veterans Day

I justify my experience out loud

But it’s really for friends that perished that day

So I’m a Veteran, of that, I’m still very proud

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