how can i say it to you? what can i tell you to make you understand that i support you, but not the war that is killing you.
i am still still fighting my war from 1968.
my war has many chapters
including no home coming, being called a baby killer, scars from life in general, but, mostly the PTSD. that monster and the thief has a special place in my heart.
i also struggled until i got a masters degree around
my 43rd birthday, so i could
work with you, my brothers-in-arms, as a social worker counseling you in the VA, until i could no longer keep my symptoms down, and i got an early retirement. Thanks to some very special people, i don't have to live on the streets.
so, please forgive me, but now i must stand-up against this war. if only to make a stand.
the screams i hear are men and women after their war or their rape.
