A Soldiers Reality

by Bill Buffington
(White Plains, Md)

The darkness I walk in
The fog that hangs over me daily
Something you will never understand
But you think you know me
The freedom you have is mine because I fought for it
And you have the nerve to ask me to face reality……
Real to me is the buddy I left behind
The stories I will never be able to tell
A living hell unexplained
Now that I am home
I find myself missing
And you have the nerve to ask me to face reality……
Where are the promises that were made
The apple pie and Chevrolet
My forty acres and my mule
Where is my freedom
I guess I will find it
When I face your reality……
Thank you for your service