Talk To Me a Moment

Talk to me a moment when you see that my eyes are dead

Talk to me a moment when you see the scars and damage where I bled

Talk to me a moment if you care to understand my past

Talk to me a moment when you have heard a breath and known it was the last

Talk to me a moment when you gave all you had to give

Talk to me a moment when your life is for the fallen so their memory might live

Talk to me a moment when you know the blood and treasure was spent for naught

Talk to me a moment when you realize my sacrifice was lost

I wrote this after speaking to a lifetime friend. A kind man of the martial way. This man did 3 Tours in Vietnam as a United States Marine. He spoke rarely of his experiences. As he aged you could see the weight of the conflict he endured. Not the combat, the conflict of lost friends and forgotten sacrifice. The conflict of being a Marine, doing his job, and then being forgotten. The fact is we now have another 20 year war behind us with a new batch of Military experiencing the same feelings. We should always take a moment to talk. You never know how deep into that tunnel they have crawled, and a kind moment may show that the light at the end is not a train. Semper Fi my friend and welcome home!

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