Quiet, so quiet
Not at peace,
Look into my eyes
Others like me, they know
Memories haunt my sleepless nights
My Mother she chooses life so simple
Thinks it black and white
She knows of what I’ve done in life
But does not see my internal fight
My Family has disowned me,
I’m saddened by these thoughts,
It puts me deeper in a depressive hole,
To again fight battles fought
My Father was my best friend,
My Mother confidant,
My Brother and sister wrote a letter
To let me know that I am not.
I see people who care for me now,
It goes past the dollar sign,
I have now a new family,
Professionals who are designed to be kind.
Memories haunt my sleepless nights
Memories haunt my days,
Over and over and over again,
I pay and pay and pay.
If given the chance to repeat my life
Would I change anything
I can’t say I would for sure
I’m Proud to be Canadian
—Lost Son
This article appears in Dec 12-18, 2013.
We should all look into your eyes, my friend. The cause is secondary to the sacrifice, the commitment to something larger. But we Canadians should never be permitted to forget what we ask of those who volunteer to serve.
Welcome home, thank you, and good luck in finding, or making, the peace you deserve.
-An Army Brat