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The Forgotten Few
Ronald George Hunter Australia (Verified User) Posts 4318 Dogs 0 / Races 0 02 Nov 2019 08:34
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Since the time I have been back, I've roamed and travelled far From the coolness of Tasmania, to the hazy heat of Marble Bar Two years ago today it was, I had received life's little scar In a distant foreign country, where heads stare back in jars
I struggle with the many demons, whenever I try to sleep at night The constant flashes of a memory, clouded by those distant sights I know I'm not alone in this, who fight the constant bloody fight The legacy of a soldiers silent guilt, is it so wrong or so right
The transition back into civvy life, the bane of all whove fought Just another social mountain to climb, of which you were not taught Try to discuss the situation, then different talk becomes so fraught You suddenly realize your just a number. and really count for nought
Try and explain away your actions, to different problems that arise And slowly watch the home relationship, crumble with much surprise The one who always thought things out, now brings tears to her eyes Where now, the slightest indiscretion, brings fights and compromise
You try to clear those memories, that are locked deep within your head To someone who dearly loves you, she has something stranger in her bed Fear has embedded where trust did once reside, as you keep it daily fed Now you find the relationship, has died of all love that's finally bled
I've known the sincerity of a loving mothers kiss, who I so dearly miss She had a way of knowing, when I had doubts, or thoughts of some remiss Her love and understanding, would have sorted a reason for all of this Somewhere somehow the strength of my psyche, has gone so terribly amiss
So here I stand a bitter, and frustrated shell of a once proud man Who wore the Australian uniform with much pride, and sturdy hands Trying to see as much of this unique, and most ancient dry old land As I bequeath my soul and body, to this slowly drifting colored sand
Carole Brown Australia (Verified User) Posts 32355 Dogs 185 / Races 2 02 Nov 2019 18:01
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Lovely, Ron.
Ray Brown Australia (Team Member) Posts 6226 Dogs 8 / Races 5 02 Nov 2019 19:37
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Superb writing and deeply meaningful words Ron...thank you.
Terry Jordan Australia (Verified User) Posts 6018 Dogs 0 / Races 0 02 Nov 2019 20:03
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Right up there with your very best Ron.
Howard Moshinsky USA (Verified User) Posts 886 Dogs 3 / Races 0 12 Nov 2019 23:53