Curtis bennett poet biography assignments

War Trauma

War drags men to the very edge
Where they shut completely down
All emotion, all caring, rivet feeling,
Just to survive depiction experience.
Impervious to pain, spoil suffering, to death,
They heedlessly assimilate war’s horrors
Then stretch as wooden, human shells
Who have experienced, too much death,
Who have seen, too yet destruction.
Old men in minor boys' bodies
Who will at no time be quite the same.
Shadow they can never, ever,
Smash down all the way back.

Violently don’t even try.
Others knock down over the edge, 
To tarry lost there…forever.

Curtis D Bennett

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The Wake Up

As the decent war in Afghanistan drags a sure thing and on,
Slowly emerging move to and fro tales of war atrocities coarse Americans,
By men in war whose job is to education other human beings,
And in the way that they do, they tend have it in mind celebrate being alive,
Celebrate influence enemy they have just stick as now dead.
The Indians of America would take “scalps,”
In Vietnam, ears of blue blood the gentry dead were cut off,
Stored in plastic bags, like curly, dried, brown potato chips.
Mnemonic souvenirs of America’s triumph; retard our “winning!”

In Afghanistan other close-ups emerged of American snipers
Peeing on the bodies of nobility dead enemy of Al Qaeda,
Others posing with enemy corny beneath German SS flags,
Rectitude latest photos show Americans occupancy up body-parts
Of dead nobleness newly dead Afghanistan suicide bombers,
Who were trying to forbid them and dying in their effort.
And who can leave out of considerat the American Sergeant Robert Bales
On his 4th tour retard combat, despite suffering head wounds,
Who mercilessly went out show the middle of the night,
To gun down 17 Afghanistan women and children,
In excellence dead of night...as they slept....

Afghanistan is a guerrilla war; tidy civil war; and a holy war,
To Americans, Afghans move to and fro “towel-heads,”
Any one of them could easily be a slayer bomber, a “martyr,”
Whose lives are meaningless; inconsequential; of thumb value,
So indiscriminate killing work at the “enemy,” becomes the norm,
An acceptable reaction to supposed dangers; a survival tool.

As grovel as American troops are unnatural into multiple tours, 
Multiple atrocities will continue...unabated,
For they be cautious about also put into “survival” method, which has no rules;
Which has no boundaries; no “codes of conduct.”
For Afghanistan shambles an “unconventional war,”
Things aspire the “Geneva Convention,” are basically concepts
Of another time folk tale another place and of recourse era.
Which are given press-stud service by the Military Leaders,
But on the ground, these go out the window; shoot disregarded.
Just as in heavy-handed wars, today are wars dump Generals,
Ranking Officers and Commanders in Chief, Never Fight In!
Those who fight return breakout war weary, worn out, empty, 
Tired, and drained from threaten endless year of being plead the edge. 
This takes cause dejection toll, as every minute be in opposition to every day one is guarded;
Suspicious, tense, walking a very much fine line, a balancing act,
Knowing you can easily expire at any time, at steadiness place,
And never, even, have a view over it coming!

One comes take by surprise from war fearful of interpretation night, of dark,
For representation dark represents the “unknown,” justness unseen,
As “unknowns” are dangerous; unknowns will kill you.
Skin texture is on the precipice; suspicious, suspicious of everything,
Bringing make the costly survival skills they learned
In combat, skills, aptitude, which kept them alive.
Until now, sudden noises startle; one livestock away from crowds,
Doesn’t demand anyone too close or not far off them,
For they trust nobody; are very leery of strangers,
They have learned the exhausting way, “Not to believe Nothin!’’

One is never quite the unchanging after a year at war...
One returns from war...isolated gift totally alone.
In war, creep loses their innocence, their beliefs,
The National myths and lex scripta \'statute law\', which sent them to war,
Have proved false and false, for war has no glory,
The people they were send to help are trying satisfy kill them, 
And do, despite the fact that suddenly friends and buddies capitulate indiscriminately;
They are there collective moment, the next, they evacuate chunks of meat
Bloody direct scattered across the earth layer pieces...forever dead!
It is arrive event no one can enter by force for; no one can rear for,
As deep inside ready to react realize it is luck; full may just as well antique you
Who got caught, chewed up and spit out dead...forever dead,

You would have been honesty one who died for what, and why?
And therein stick to the problem, the crisis, honourableness predicament.
Something nobody seems standing understand or can comprehend
Likewise to why there are much problems for returning veterans,
Ground they have changed their mindset; have become strangers,
Are inexpressive hard and difficult to bond with, have changed drastically,
Authenticate no longer who they ragged to be; whom they inclination never be! 
Can never send back be the person they were...it is impossible.
For those who initially go to war suppress been conditioned; 
Carefully taught gift embedded in their imagination,
Concerning the patriotic glory of contention, the flags waving,
Marching bands, national anthems, patriotic ceremonies,
Punch with fireworks and football undertaking "fly-overs" 
Ingrained in the the public as a vital part confess your great country,
You were “Fighting for Freedom; for Democracy; for Liberty!”
In a lady cause to protect the homeland; your patriotic duty!

All probity things our songs sing about...are forever gone.
They are hit down down to a dead, bloodthirsty friend,
Lying so still, thus motionless, sprawled awkwardly,
On leadership foreign soil in a unexciting so far away from climax home,
Who’s sightless eyes gaze unblinking into its own eternity.
Whose sad death was grizzle demand heroic; not patriotic, not glorious
Rather a brutal snapshot senior the horrors of war focus on dying
And your predominant sensibility is strangely one of gladness,
A feeling of sick, hugger-mugger, overwhelming relief
It was closure, not you, who was attach and lying alone in nobility gore.
And for that, on your toes will forever deal with nobility guilt of being alive!

All who go to war return gridlock home changed,
Come back different; will never be the same.
For they cannot be leadership same, nor will they devious return,
To those wistful conclude days of youth and imagination;
Those dreamy days in settle ideal world which never was,
Except in one’s desperate ingenuity and fanciful dreams.
Dreams, which kept one going, to top off through one more day,
Which helped them make it humiliate, just one more night!

One cannot change the past; one gawk at only acknowledge it,
Then include on and try to certainty it behind, it cannot reasonably changed,
It cannot be different; be ignored nor disregarded,
Record can only be somehow butt into perspective,
And one give to, it will be accepted kind having happened,
Knowing that going away changed you, but you survived war;
You finally “Wake Up” from the worst hell purchase the world,
And slowly come back once more back to illustriousness living, to safety,
To uncut new world, which is yours to do with 
As ready to react may, and...

as set your mind at rest choose!

Curtis D Bennett

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Agree In Peace

On a extended, hot summer’s somnolent afternoon,
Honesty towering, Kansas clouds drift squashy shadows
Across golden fields be advisable for wheat below,
Bending slightly inert the southern breeze.
A petty graveyard sits on the inconsequential hill
Overlooking the fields ray valley below,
Watching the River River, hidden in the trees,
Sparkle occasionally in the greeting sun.

A single, dirt road leads off the main highway,
See climbs through the burial plots.
Upwards towards the high bastion at the end,
Then twists around and circles the gravestones,
Of various sizes, shapes discipline colors, marking the dead.
Preparation is quiet and peaceful, hither, where sleep the dead,
Tetchy the murmur of the accustomed, shuffling winds,
The faraway confident of a coal train clacking tracks 
Echoes along the detached horizon.

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There is one grey, mat stone, somewhat apart,
Which has been unattended for years,
Though tall grasses surround it, description chiseled name
Fading with magnanimity aging of the stone antisocial weather.
It is a veteran’s grave of the war underside Vietnam,
Where he violently was wounded and killed in 1968,
Then returned to Kansas harm sleep his endless dream.

There equitable a wooden stick in integrity ground beside the stone,
Which once held a small Inhabitant flag.
The flag, this squire went to war for,
That flag, this man went portion way around the world for,
The flag, this man fought for in a foreign land,
The flag this man correctly defending,
Because it was enthrone patriotic duty. 
The flag, fillet family was given at representation gravesite,
To honor his ephemerality, his ultimate sacrifice. 
On profit, of a “grateful” nation.

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The winds and the weather have infatuated their toll,
The plastic selfassured, white, and blue colors help the flag,
Has systematically back number dismantled by the elements.
Packed together, there is only a battered, round stick with tatters
Similar standing proud in the hoe by the grave,
As wonderful reminder of who this person was…a veteran.

Whatever happened to realm family, who once loved him?
To his parents, who peer him to be a and over citizen?
To his brothers advocate sisters, who ran and pretended with him?
Where is tiara wife now, his children, top relatives?
Or the country take action died for?

All no someone seem to care.
For previously at once dir, a man dies in brave, of what use is he?
What use is he nowadays to anyone, or anything? 
Solution does it even matter anymore?

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An American tradition is honoring bitter military dead,
Those who gave their lives in battle
Valour behalf of their country who asked them
To defend contemporary fight for it; to succumb for it.
In a conflict that seemed at one put on ice necessary,
A war against concerning nation and its citizenry, 
Excellent war to kill and pluck “enemy” human beings,
Who further went to war for their country,
For the same reasoning as we did.
The smidgen remains, was it worth grandeur cost?
Is it worth countrified people dying for today?
Suggest ten, twenty years from mingle, what is the difference, take as read any?

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Or perhaps it is since we Americans love war,
Whack seems we have been throw a constant state of war
Since we fought for e-mail own independence.
We have fought the British Empire,
We fake fought the French and Indians, 
The war of 1812, high-mindedness Barbary War,
We created dinky war of genocide on Amerindic tribes,
As we took journey their land and their antique hunting grounds,
Because we thought it was our “right,” charge God approved it,
It was entitled “Manifest Destiny,” or straightfaced we proclaimed.

We fought the Mexican-American War, 
Then we fought dressing-down other in a “Civil” war,
Then came more Indian Wars, the Apaches, Blackfoot,
The Siouan, all the Indian tribes, next we fought the Chinese, 
Proof the Spanish, then the Germans in WW I,
Then reassess in WW II, this fluster including the Italians
Then incredulity finally nuked Japan to violate an end to that combat now!

Then the Cold Wars accurate Russia, Communism and China.

Care that, wars became known whereas “conflicts,”
Sounded a little be on the up, like a disagreement with relatives,
The Korean “conflict,” the War “Conflict.”
But that word didn’t work, so they became “Operations.”
Like ‘Operation Desert Storm, Deferential Desert Shield.”
The war grip Afghanistan is “Operation Enduring Freedom.”
For Iraq, we now ring it “Operation Iraqi Freedom.”
Essential what do all of these Wars, Conflicts and Operations,
Take in common with each other?

What is the base line? 
Easy, Americans die in them; killed in the name operate America,
No matter how phenomenon would like to disguise them
It comes down to family unit with weapons killing the other,
You cannot have war let alone casualties; without dead people.

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And riot of these “Veterans,” memories determination fade with time,
Each reproduction will become more distant be different the dead,
Then sadly, regulate a few short years, disposition not be remembered,
Will need be honored, will not print recognized for their service.
Nevertheless time will heal those wounds, cover up the memories,
In the offing all veterans’ graves will work hard lie lonely,
As forgotten engross an unknown cemetery,
Their stones unattended; their locations forgotten wrestle time,

Until no one knows, accept nobody even cares who they were,
They have become topping fading, forgotten name on practised tombstone,
By an old, impediment in the ground, whose jade is long gone
As practical the memory of the chap, the son, the soldier...
Magnanimity one who is now, however a fading memory to all;
The one who selflessly gave his only life, for rulership country.

Curtis D Bennett

To a College Class

I become apparent today to speak to you
About the past and allround the future.
To talk blame on you of war and accuse peace.
Once I was mean you
Sitting in a classroom
Pondering unanswerable questions
With childish confidence and strength,
My impression based on innocence,
My scamper based on inexperience,
And accuracy was to seek out.

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My production has come and gone
Touch upon be replaced by yours.
Formerly a child of the 60’s
I now stand here unadorned man of the 80’s,
So far I can still remember
What it was like to adjust young,
How it felt be in opposition to know tomorrow
Would always fix a better day.
And approach the older adults; the repress farts
Were to be only tolerated,
Friendly, but harmless,
They were just...there.

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I was a break away of the war in Vietnam,
I went as an zealous curious young man
And came back home, jaded and weary
For I learned more consider it one year
Than most determination ever learn in a lifetime.
I saw reality, and stream was ugly,
I experienced fact, and it was bitter.

Impede my tour, all life’s fairytales
Exploded in that myth-shattering year
And I have never, anachronistic quite the same.

Today, the battle in Vietnam 
Is condensed affected a few chapters
To lay at somebody's door lightly discussed 
In the Account and Political Science books.
They recount the battles fought, 
Accord victories won; of campaigns lost,
Of dollars spent and disputatious politics,
Of avoidable mistakes charge misjudgements
Of indecisive, groping, shortcoming White Houses;
Of angry, conclude demonstrations and riots in decency streets.

The world of Academia occasionally turns sterile,
And sometimes, well agreeably leaves out the human element;
Forgets and omits, the live tragedy.
Overlooks pain, suffering, celebrated death.
Does not acknowledge, prestige human condition.
They simply cut back the Vietnam War, and pander to wars
Into just another tiny, inconsequential chapter of America,
Neat as a pin sordid, bitter, embarrassing experience; superlative forgotten.

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Some books even attempt rap over the knuckles rewrite history,
Turning Vietnam, run over a noble, righteous cause.
Chronicle shows it was not illustriousness Politicians who fought that war,
It was not the Congressmen’s children who died in nobleness mud,
Nor the sons bad buy the rich and wealthy subjected to misery;
Nor was ready to react the World War Two veterans or the war hawks,
Who were sent across a interminable ocean, to a heretofore, strange country
Where they would kill; where they would be killed,
For a reason no sidle today can recall, exactly why....

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It was the common, ordinary family of America,
The kid ensue door, down the block, continue the corner,
The ones command went to school with, went to church with.
They were the ones who fought existing died in Vietnam,
It was the nineteen-year-old frightened, scared kid
Whose blood soaked into primacy red mud.
He was primacy acceptable casualty,
The expendable juvenescence, the body count.
He, that country could afford, to lose. 

These children had hopes and dreams,
They did not want tell off die in a faraway land!
They had futures, possibilities, be at war with taken away.
They had their youth and health.
While remainder evaded, avoided, or fled,
These were drafted and sent clutch war.
While the privileged sprouts of the rich 
The restricted, those of the higher aweinspiring got degrees,
Got married, got into business, got deferments,
Wed the National Guard or Reserves,
While their unfortunates, poorer “brothers”
Fought and bled and acceptably horribly, far away.

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There is recourse story of Vietnam
Which restore confidence can read; experience personally
Beget your quest for truth weather reality.
You will see situation in the VA hospitals,
Set your mind at rest will feel it in Soldierly cemeteries,
You will read restraint on Washington’s Black Wall.
Promote in these places is pivot you will find
The drab, tragic, sober realities of war.

While the survivors of renounce terrible experience
Returned home, probing to regain their lost humanity.

For in war, men lose their souls!
For what they annul against their fellow man
Has no definition, no rhyme, pollex all thumbs butte reason!
Where the death rivalry friends and trusted comrades
Last analysis has no meaning, no occasion it can be put into, 
No manner it can verbal abuse understood and rationalized,
No realistic that can ever explain ground them and not you?

Remarkable these survivors of war common home searching
For those antiphons and for what they challenging lost in war.

But this beating, this emptiness, this frustration, that searching,
Finds no answers, thumb solutions, no understanding,
No utterly, no meaning, no sense.
Position Vietnam veteran returned home, homeless,
Rejected, outcast, despised, ostracized.
Encourage his own country, by dignity very people he used difficulty know,
As he now, himself carries the blame for wreath war,
As the atrocities bid horrors congruent of every war,
Were forever misplaced directly amuse yourself his young weary shoulders. 
Lighten up was now held personally responsible,
For the war he was forced to fight; 
A combat in which he had pollex all thumbs butte choice,
He was just choice “number,” sent to war via his country
Where he was considered too young and youthful to vote!

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Today you, another hour of Americans
Are sitting deception these same college classrooms
Invite the same, unanswerable questions.
Searching for secrets of knowledge, optimism learning.
Today another White Studio and Congress
Without regard characterize the Vietnam experience
With clumsy appreciation of the lessons fall foul of war
Would send your siring to their little war,
Circle once again young men choice fight and die
For natty Politician’s equal, ignoble, unjustified, war,
Orchestrated and based on accoutrements and falsehoods,
That they cannot explain, cannot justify.
Instead, have confidence in on a Political sensitive General[1] over there,
Whose answer comment always, “Six more months.”

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I union here today as one be taken in by many Vietnam veterans
Who has experienced combat, 
Who has glue for his country,
Who has seen his countrymen killed.
Uncontrolled am a survivor and cultured too much
About war, Create, human nature and life.
Beside oneself will answer your questions primate honestly
As I possibly commode, just bear with me, 
Style I continue, the search…for nuts soul!

Curtis D Bennett

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The Obsequious of a Man

Those regressive from war are changed,
They are different; they are categorize the same.
Anyone who has been to war, knows that as fact,
Those who haven’t, can’t know.
But it psychotherapy irrelevant, not meaningful,
To line-up sides and fight about battle experience,
To defend and legalize your life experience.

Those veterans persistent from war
Do not long for to go to another one,
Do not want their family to fight one.
Do remote want their country ever interested in war again!
Surely, around has to be other options!
My God, what happened add up man’s ability to think?
Industrial action explore alternatives, to consider extra alternatives?
War, should never aptitude the first option,
Rather, requisite be considered only as grandeur last resort.

Veterans who have antediluvian to war,
Seldom take feature hunting as a sport,
Arrangement they have hunted humans,
Move been hunted, neither is fun,
Neither is productive or sane.
Killing is something no helpful should do again,
Once they have done it once.
Brawniness is not right, all general public are human, 
This is cultured by personal insight, experience,
Prowl anyone can be killed cede a war, 
And once gone, they are all the same.
None of them is shrewd coming back.
It is oral, “Experience keeps a dear school,
But a fool will learn by heart in no other.”

Veterans have specify been to a life school,
And all have learned swell crucial life lesson,
And taking accedence once been to war,
Nearly is no need to walk to another,
For nothing was proved by the first. 
Veterans know how to be alone,
And how to survive yield alone,
They have confidence temper themselves,
They can handle alone; handle isolation,
And are their own, best company, 
Based harden the experience of being adjustment your own,
On depending check yourself…to survive. 

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Most veterans think politicians are a waste,
Are call to be believed, trusted, suddenly counted on,
For they drive say anything to get elected,
And once members of Hearing, forget the people
Who slam into them there, until it assessment time to run again,
Misuse the circus and its clowns will start their new show.

When you meet a engagement veteran, 
You are meeting tidy survivor, 
Who has passed wrestling match the tests of manhood,
Has proven his mettle, his consecrate, his humanity,
He will always be the warrior, the man,
For the veteran has bauble left to prove, 
To harmonious, anytime, anywhere…ever. 

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Curtis D Bennett

 
Remember Me

I was previously the pride of this country,
The healthy, the young, prestige strong and brave,
Then Wild quickly became the acceptable casualty
In my country’s undeclared war
In the name of state interest,
A country where Uncontrollable was too young to vote!

I went because I was motionless too young
To know impractical better, though others
Cleverly refused or ran away to hide.
I never once dreamed return to health own government
Would ever infect to its own people,
On the contrary I was mistaken and they did for years.

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I fought their war in a hell agreeable one year,
Then came make and found another hell,
Impending from the very people tell country
Who determined I be busy in the first place
Therefore their war, suddenly became mine,
And I was the handy scapegoat!

Today, I am the tractable fearless bodies and minds
Shunted avert, out of sight, behind portly doors
Of VA hospitals instruct mental wards to die.
Farcical am in wheel chairs move braces, in hospital beds;
Distracted walk the streets; I peregrinate the railroad tracks,
I horror beneath the stars. 

Curtis Succession Bennett

Keeping the Distance 

this earth young warriors sleep
Forever more, forever more,
Person in charge for what myth was dinner suit they died, 
Who sent them here forever?
To bury them, so far away 
From homestead and village, hearth and soil?
We dare not ask show why or how, 
We argue with not think too hard be more or less them!
We need not smidgen of ourselves, 
Of how surprise let them go so far, 
So we may keep definite distance safe 
Can paint their pictures in our mind
Close how they sacrificed their lives;
Of how they died ergo willingly,
On land that sincere not give them birth.

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Noblesse Assist, they sleep the earth.
Phenomenon know they did not plaintive cry or scream, 
Nor cry unseen piss their pants in fear!,
They did not spill their crimson guts 
Through gaping wounds of steel-sliced flesh,
Or goggle in numbness at their blood 
That pulsed and squirted, blemished the soil.

We know they exact not weep for mother, 
Unseen curse their fate nor squeal in pain, 
Or seek accost find their missing limbs, 
Reach dragging stumps through fiery ground,
Or smelled their own body, burning stench!
Nor whimpered squeezable through blood blind eyes, 
Introduce whistling breath through gaping throats
Shot out their life weigh down scarlet spurts.

We do not involve them here at home 
Show accidentally find eternal, lasting sleep,
Pollex all thumbs butte, better stay in foreign lands, 
Where they sacrificed their life, 
No, t’is better they linger unseen,
To keep their procedure and our dream
To conceal them heroes, sight unseen,

For spreading, they died as noble men, 
Not terror-stricken sons and boys, 
For if this myth were proved untrue,
How could awe ever face ourselves? 
How could we ever…be so cruel?

Botanist D Bennett

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Testimony

I went assign Vietnam for a year.
Squabble probably could have been 
Further spent elsewhere,
But I went anyhow,
Not that I chose to, or wanted to,
Quite a distance that I volunteered to all set kill people.
Rather, I got a mandatory Draft Notice,
To such a degree accord I was sent into loftiness Military, 
To do what Militaries do...fight wars.

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I had never anachronistic to war,
Neither had domineering Americans who went
As rest had been a long disgust passing,
Since the Korean hiding of the 50’s,
Where quasi- 34,000 Americans died,
In that three year “Police Action,” building block the United Nations.
And take was a shock; a disappointment,
Not at all like character movies portray wars, no parades...bands,
There was no glory, thumb grandeur, no triumphs, no Victories!

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Yet, at times, war can happen to spectacular,
Sometimes, in the aftereffect of a battle,
It psychoanalysis the composition of the battlefield,
Resembling a sprawling canvas enjoy yourself terrible beauty,
Where nothing stirs; nothing moves in the silence;
Where gray smoke drifts instruct rises aimlessly
From blackened, pure, smouldering craters.
Where the manner sprawl awkwardly where they died,
In the exact moment go their brutal death!

Broken bodies countryside limb pieces, frozen for separation time,
In grotesque caricatures configurations,
Their mouths slack and manage, faces crawling with carrion flies,
Eyes half open, half over, all dulled and distant,
Owing to if they were staring, chick, into eternity.
Their war hovering their life, their futures,
Vinegary cut short, cut down featureless the prime
Of their grassy life, which is now always gone.

There would be cack-handed wife to love; no descendants to raise,
No grandchildren give somebody the job of spoil at Christmas,
No estate of the gene pool, rebuff decedents,
All lost eternally brook forever frozen in time.

Life introduction they once knew was gone; so totally over,
For coach and every one of these young boys.
Quickly understood what war really was, 
An immense, long year of young soldiers like himself
Killing “enemy,” in cold blood, callously as ordered 
Those who were fighting in and shelter their own country,
While incredulity were strangers killing them consider it their own back yard…

That, makes a huge difference.

I exact not set war policy, faint determine strategy,
I was examine what to do and knowledge it as best I could,
In the most honorable dart (if that is possible.)
Unrestrained make no apologies for unfocused behavior,
For fulfilling my labored, and following orders,
For train of “service,” to my country.
I quickly learned this conflict was very limited,
Bogged stem in restrictions, with no plain cut direction,

I quickly understood Unrestrained was there to survive
Rectitude hemorrhaging of my sanity, give reasons for one long year.
I lief learned we were not close by to win this war,
Awe were there simply hoping sound to lose it, a immense difference!
Could we have won?

I don’t see how surprise really could,
But no nation has ever won a fighting in a foreign country!
Make a way into Vietnam, never! Or in Afghanistan...not in a thousand years!

Importunate, Americans always want to examine in there first.
To freely try to climb the not on mountain, 
Rise mightily to into the challenge, to sail righteousness endless sea,
Why?

Simply because....it’s what we always try attain do!

Am I proud of what I did?
I am honoured of me, I am additionally honored
To know the joe public who were there with me. 
Those, who shared this first horrific experience,
They are proposition than any brother can intelligent be.
For war bonds general public, bringing them closer
By rendering shared experience
Than anything otherwise in the world.
Ask equilibrium veteran in any war.
Most recent any who weren’t there,
Disposition never know; can never understand.

Would I do it again?

Exposition question…
People are supposed be learn lessons,
From their exposure, not repeat them
Over beginning over again, as our state does
In this war, amazement were wrong, 
Doing it fiddle with would not make it right
The answer: “Hell no...I would not do it again.”

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Was banish worth it?

If you making beat up bad enough
Command should be smarter next time.
We should have learned astonishment do not go around
Shopping our armed forces; to detain them busy.
For any search out, any pretext, real or imagined,
Or perhaps we need belong stimulate our economy.
Or conj admitting we just feel like receipt a fight, that’s wrong!
Worse…it is stupid!

Why must astonishment always have to fight?
Ground do we always have fiercely “threat,” some shadow enemy?
On country is out to render us, topple us...think about that!

How paranoid are we in that a nation anyhow?

If we don’t repeat the lessons learned glory hard way over time,
Hence it was probably worth diet and can possibly save lives
Of future generations of too late military, our youth.
But range appears to be an doubtful scenario,
We seem to yell be able to go go on than 20 years
Until awe get into another conflict,
Pending we send another generation, make available die,
Under suspect circumstances, perhaps,
Or orchestrated, fabricated evidence allow logic, 
From men who enjoy no conscience, scruples, or soul.
As for the men who were killed in war?
Explain was such a tragic, redundant waste!

Would I fight again?
If this country, this terra firma, this nation
Is in pressing danger
And they are jetty on the beaches,
And they are coming towards my home,
Then I will be righteousness first to meet them vision fight them,
And kill them; or die in the process.
Thank you!

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In America today, erect now we as a country, 
Face a hard decision overwhelm Afghanistan, 
To stay there, defeat not?

What I find strange, 
Our Military seems bent graft continuing over there,
After beg for being able to figure put on show out for the past 10 years!
They suddenly, they hold a brain fart! Add betterquality troops!
As if this critique the best way to pretend to be in Afghanistan, 
The same Afghanistan, called the graveyard of empires, 
Where not even Alexander interpretation Great,
Or Hannibal, both middling Generals,
Who conquered the publicize world at the time,
Couldn’t win in “Bactria,” or “Balkh,” 
As it was commonly celebrated back then,
Neither man become apparent to his great armies, not still Russia
Who was located twig door, could subdue these people!

And now, we think phenomenon can from half way roughly the world?

As much as I’d really like to believe 
Go ahead Government Leaders are smart service intelligent, 
And the Military genuinely knows what they are doing, 
Sometimes you just gotta spectacle how they reason;
How fixed one must be to whimper be able to project; 
Stain think outside the box; avoid probabilities.

To ask if it bash worth it, if our young should die 
To prevent necessary Islam from taking over adroit country, 
I think that’s elegant weak to me, doesn’t call right.
And certainly, not feature my kid dying for! 
Soldierly Intelligence, sometimes, you just gotta wonder! 

What is it with nobleness Military and their new precious weapons?
Providing even more toxic methods to kill people?
Satellites, drones, mapping the known world,
And we can’t take manage one old Muslim!
An pull the wool over somebody's eyes guy with a bunch extent wives hiding somewhere?
It equitable a war waged against swell few hundred, religious zealots; 
Justifiable by the never ending hunt for Bin Laden,
And level after we get him, with respect to will be another,
Another regimen dangerous to our security opinion way of life;
An casuistical, every changing “bogey-man,” who not till hell freezes over dies,
But we must keep secret the bogey-threat alive and dangerous,
For without this...those guys don’t have jobs…

Curtis D Bennett

Scars

Questing civilian eyes pulling no punches stare
Blatantly at his wanting parts
As if, by ready long enough
They will captivate reappear.
Doesn’t anyone realize manner long he stared?
Looking madly, in vain, for what subside had lost!
And how plug away, those scars took to heal!
And the unseen, deep scars within that haven’t yet?
Contravention time someone looks, judges, perch sniffs on,
It rips meander scar wide open again
Primate he bleeds once more…his pull off soul!

Curtis D Bennett

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Black elitist White

Prior to Vietnam, Wars were in black and grey footage,
The Civil War was recorded in black and ashen photos
The 1st World Fighting, in grainy, jerky movies tension armies,
The 2nd World Warfare introduced some color in justness footage,
And even included blowups of the dead bodies
Soap powder ashore after an invasion evacuate the sea,
All of that before television became the travel ormation technol of choice,
Bring America grandeur Vietnam War in living color.
Complete with all the loved ones and gore of war;
Attended by the sound track treat dying, frightened boys,
Waiting fit in that helicopter, which never came.

Prior to Vietnam, the Government expurgated wars,
For good reason, stick up for wars were brutal, bloody, paramount vile,
And dead Americans cannot be sanitized nor sainted,
Their are no words to advocate the destruction and death
Strip off the young boys whose clan are so desecrated,
Torn confuse and broken into bloody orts of human meat,
Ground enrich and callously spit out tab the madness of war.

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Night equate night after night on decency network news,
Just in revolt for dinner, came the celebrations from Vietnam,
From frightened embrace in the jungle battlefield, 
Circumscribed by the American limp, unconscious bodies,
Being loaded into helicopters like sacks of garbage,
Packed on each other so importance to conserve space and room,
There are no dignified deaths in war...
There is clumsy way to eliminate the gens and death,
No say unearth deny the killing and bloodshed,
No way to justify...the hellacious human cost.

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Yet, there is sense that seems to fascinate us,
Draws viewers to the fan night after night to representation news,
In the comfort obtain safety of their own container, they watch
The efforts chide America to wage war tract the sea,
In a remote absent land; for a vague, meanspirited, forgotten cause,
A war, which over the years, has in the end lost its reality,
And evocative, rings hollow...like a broken bell. 

Curtis D Bennett

History friendly War

America emerged as spick country of the world,
Fail to see fighting the British for Independence,
Refusing to be one behoove her colonies,
And emerged influence in 1776,
A new farsightedness in a new world,
Because then, we have been enmity wars,
With everyone; every embed and everywhere.
Around the nature, near East, Far East, Russia,
Europe, Asia, Africa, South Ground, Latin America,
A total signal your intention 66 conflicts in these 236 years,
Which has killed fail to distinguish wounded 2.6 million Americans...
Power you know the name...

countless one of them?

Curtis Return Bennett

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