I Am A Vietnam Veteran

I Am A Vietnam Veteran

I am,

a Vietnam Veteran!

My hopes are High,

that when I Die,

I’ll be Remembered,

my Memory not Dismembered!

I have Killed Many,

but-they were the Enemy!

I’ve always done My Best,

to Bequest,

My Love and Assistance,

without any Resistance!

I always Adhere,

My Life’s affection,

but when I look in the Mirror,

I still see the Reflection,

of War,

and All It’s Horror!

I can’t Sleep at Night,

I Dream with Fright!

I Think of what I’ve Done,

and I’m Overruned,

with Anxiety and Guilt,

for Those I have Killed!

My Soul Retains an Overcast,

of My Terrible Past!

I Cannot Forget,

My Heart Will not Let!

It was Kill,

or Be Killed,

But It Still Makes me Ill!

I was a Soldier,

of Just Eighteen!

I’ve Seen-

and Done Many Things!

Now I’m Wondering;

Can I Make up for My Past?

Will my Soul-

God Cast,

To The Devil to Hold?

These Feelings are Constant,

I’m alway’s in Want,

for an End to this Fear,

when I Look In That Mirror!

Sgt Duke Sherman

G-Troop, 2/11 ACR

Black Horse Soldiers

Vietnam Veteran

PTSD Is Very Real

PTSD Is Very Real

 ~Why do things happen in life

to bring to a man so much strife~

~To fill his soul with that of such pain

as if to bind him with a weighted chain~

~So great his sadness he cannot bare

no one to love no one to care~

~His thoughts are full of but why

 often he ponders his own demise~

~He fought in the war so long ago

a very young man of just eighteen years old~

~PTSD’s real has it does he

a gift from hell total misery~

~Afraid to sleep stays awake in the night

to sleep would return him back to the fight~

~He’s suffered for years causing but grief

leaving him in shock and that of bereave~

~Memories of friends felled by the war

the taking of life so many the horror~

~Silently he cries God help me please

take from me this terrible disease~

~To know in my life peace once again

a Blessing my God please will you send~

Duke Sherman

A Soldier's Life

A Soldier's Life

One life, has he to live

For his country, he will give

A soldier’s life

Is so full of strife

His job, never done

Even when, the war is won

He fights, to keep you free

Even, from the enemies, you don’t see

His weapon, by his side

So far, he strides

At times, so tired

His only desire

A moments rest

So he, can do his best

He’s America’s fighting man

And, he does proudly stand

For, the Red, White, and Blue

To America, he stays true

He’ll shed his blood, for thee

To keep you free

Many have died

For America’s pride

Many more will

For, it is kill, or be killed

The price of peace, is paid in war

For this, the soldier will live through horror

So, when tonight you pray

Ask God, safe may the soldier stay

Make his life, a little better,

Send him goods, or just a letter

Thank him, for all he’s done

Say to him, well done, for us

You’ve hit a home-run

When, he returns home

Remember this poem

I wrote it, from my soul

On me, the war took it’s toll

A hero’s welcome, I didn’t recieve

In our time, the war, they couldn’t concieve

They treated us, like dirt

Our hearts, and minds this did hurt

We went through hell

Many of my brothers fell

For our duty was, to fight

A good fight

With all our might

Some who came home, went insane

Many died, was it in vane?

So treat them right

When done, is their fight

They will need you

To be true

All the help you give

A better life, they will live

Sgt Duke Sherman

G Troop, 2/11 ACR

Vietnam Veteran

Black Horse Soldiers