PTSD poem

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Somewhere right now, some dude, former troop, stands alone and faces trial

He served for us, put it all out there, then he snapped and went a little wild

The assistant clerk there says he knew’em and ‘membered him from the times before

From the days he bought licorice, soda, and cigs as a kid in that same store

Then shortly after he come back he showed signs of losin’ it

He quit job after job and screamed in the night and went into a boozin’ fit

His mom couldn’t help, his dad was long gone, his wife just couldn’t get through

The guys from the squad called less and less and he sure ain’t goin’ back to school.

When he entered the store, he was armed unbeknownst to everyone in his world;

He heard a car backfire, then sometime shook him, and his mind just swirled and swirled.

The man yelled at the clerk and demanded some truth.  Not money, just damn info!

The clerk raised his palms, started sweating, and made a move toward the rifle below

But not faster than this infantryman who shot shot shot then dropped the sidearm down,

Now he’s gonna face time when his goal was to protect the precious people of his hometown.

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