06 februari, 2009

Nooit meer thuis

Een gedicht van Noah Pierce, "Irakveteraan", geschreven kort voordat hij de hand aan zichzelf sloeg.

Still at war

Got home almost a year and a half ago
We were so happy
That beer never tasted so good
Iraq was the farthest thing from my mind
That was the best week of my life. It crept up slowly
First just while sleeping
More real and scary than when it happened
After, it's on the mind awake
Never 10 minutes goes by without being reminded
Been home a year and a half physically
Mentally, I will never be home.

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