What have we done?
What have we done?
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Just words
What have we done?
I was raised with the Vietnam war alive and well. I joined at 17 years old in 1975. I wanted to be like my father who fought in two wars.
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My father
Dear father drank a bottle a rum for 40 years.
He was trying to erase the Korean and Vietnam war from his memory.
He could not.
I remember him at the midnight hours talking to dead friends left in the Korean dirt.
His war became my war.
I wanted to be like my father.
I found war and I learn too late.
War is shit and no-one can win.
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I volunteered for five active war area. Most times I was serving food and water to homeless and desperate people. The medics and the Doctors were the heroes. Sleepless days and nights saving and preserving life. I learn from Africa and Asia. My worst day here in Michigan. Would be a wonderful day for a person with no shelter or food.
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Soldier
Just men.
Kids transferred to men by the field of fire.
Young men learning to protect and kill when they should be in college and enjoying their life.
No racism in war.
Soldiers stand tall together. Will fight together and they will protect their brother soldier.
Old soldiers know.
Wars are never won. Just testing ground for rich men in business.
Just men.
Learning the blood song too soon.
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I’m old now. Active wars are alive and well. The wars are quiet now. Soldiers are in 40 dangerous places. Media keep the Government silence. I stood at the bus stop yesterday. Little girl asked me about my Saint Christopher medal. I told her. Saint Christopher is the Soldier protector. She smiled proudly and she told me. “I will buy one for my brother. He is serving in Afghanistan. He would like the medal. I held silence and I prayed. Please god of life and death. Bring this boy home safely.
John Castellenas/Coyote
This is beautiful, John. So poignant…especially the little girl. So sad, these wars.
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You are right my friend. War is a part of us.
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Great post. Delivering Meals on Wheels, I had a veteran, wheel chair bound, loss of both legs, all he wanted to do is talk. I see war in the city of Indianapolis… Drugs, children in the courts waiting for a decision, violence and anger, desperate for an impossible something. Education could be an answer if it weren’t for bullies, stealing dreams of the rising stars. Those who make it, some look to make a difference.
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The war is here. A country with no opportunity for their kids will fall. The children are the wealth of the nation. We must teach them well.
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Two of my Cousins went to war in Iraq more than ten years ago and returned home different … It had scars their lives since then …
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These new wars are the same as Vietnam and the Korean war. We are scarring our youth.Old wisdom somewhere once said. “If the old men who wanted war had to fight. There be no more war.”
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The political reasons had been designed to draw out plans on wars so that it should happened. I never really believe that wars happened for reasons of Religion or revenge only.
The worse are those culprits that are behind the closed doors that managed and arranged Things for themselves to profiting more for their own benefit and worse blood sucking leeches that are taking Advantages of such situations when the world are at rage where it Comes to the Point of hopeless and innocent men, women and children died for their purposes …
My Cousins were in theraphies now and then, haunted by their scarred souls … the faces of the dead never leaves them in peace and visited them in sleep, even. I remembered very well when I was a child of ten or Eleven, we were awokened by his screams when he told his wife that the dead followed him and shall never leave. They asked him the same questions every night on why he had to killed them … He was tortured to the very core of his Soul, that he thought he is condemned to hell when he die … It breaks his family’s hearts and we cried whenever we hear him screamed … It was the most eerie experience for me as a child, and for awhile I took with me his screams in my sleep as well … it haunts me, rarely, but it is still there …
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Thank you for the reblogged. I truly appreciate.
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heartfelt…touching write
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Thank you Seema. I appreciate the comment.
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my pleasure
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