Different World

the smell of oil, grease and cigarettes were going through my nose as I listened to two men of war tell their stories. Post traumatic stress meetings, starting the car without getting inside and getting shot by a sniper at a checkpoint with a bullet proof vest on. What is the mind of a warrior? burdened yet determined. Surrounded by a crowd, if any one of them had weapon they would be dead. Story after story. I wonder, where is my place in all this?

heard another story and had to express it

I went out into the wood.
didn't come back the same
Never to return
for what I've seen
I saw blood cover his face.
changed forever
for what I've seen
How can I believe in God
for what I've seen.
Just believe? you gotta be kidding?
They're young and dying out there in the wood
I have to be with them
for what I've seen




I want to weep without words
for my heart hurts with you.



If He can see what you see without turning His face
Then He can hear what you have to say.
Go to him with what you have
then listen,
for perhaps he'll answer you.
He's listening, answering those who call out his name.
Then your belief will be supernatural and true.
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