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I am home at last.
A return to sanity,
And the security of knowing,
That I am home.
An opportunity to begin anew,
To rebuild a life,
Once torn apart.
Nevertheless constrained, even forced,
To recall the memories, the feelings,
Of yet another time.
One that I never knew,
One that I never even wanted to know.
About all of those moments,
The choices I seemingly had to make.
To shoot and to kill,
An outline, a moving target,
A human frame "but certainly not a human being."
Peering through crosshairs,
Ready to fire upon my foe.
No blood, no guts,
Just the cold and dreary silence,
Of knowing that I did a job,
That had to be done.
But once again,
No more officers ordering to kill,
No more bombs "bursting in air,"
Not even an enemy with whom to shed my blood.
Yet all alone, separated from my comrades,
The wretched few who understand the horrors of war,
Those who can share the raging pain of an aching soul.
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