by Duarl Richardson

Created on: December 12, 2009

MEMORIES THAT WONT DIE

I have memories that haunt me in my dreams.

Waking up at the sound of screams.

Sometimes I see them in my minds eye.

During the day and I fight the tears I want to cry.

As a medic I was the last friend some soldiers would see.

Not family and loved ones, only me.

Being with them doing all I can.

When they died I had their blood on my hands.

I have felt the anger and I’ve cried the tears.

These memories have been with me for forty years.

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