Operation Just Cause
...for as long as it takes
 

New Found Hope
by Willie Dougherty

The cold steel of the revolver touched his sweaty palm.

Alcohol numbed his soul, as he contemplated suicide.

Why had it been so tough for so many since the war?

Broken relationships, loneliness....he had to decide.

The radio droned low to the tune of "Hey Jude."

Memories of the jungle flooded his mind.

So many years of struggle had come to this moment

His heart felt pain for his buddies left behind.

Shrugged by society, thousands have since died.

Why won't anyone listen to our cries of pain?

As he spun the cylinder, he thought of the children.

Their faces filled with fear, who was to gain?

Now his own children were with another father.

Thoughts of what he had done, angered him.

She had been a good wife, he had lost control.

Oh how it hurt, when he pondered upon them.

Rap groups had proven, others were suffering too.

How could great warriors be neglected by their peers?

Isolation and denial had become close friends.

For in his solitude, no one could touch his tears.

As he raised the revolver his hand began to quiver.

Great rage had dissipated into pastive defeat.

Once a proud soldier, full of raw courage.

Now turning his weapon inward, was such a hard feat.

As he began to squeeze, he heard a familiar sound.

"POW's" ...Russia may still hold some from the Nam.

A myriad of thoughts cascaded through his mind.

A woman kneeling in prayer, he knew was his Mom.

Communism was crumbling before the world's eyes.

Visions of Vietnam today, in such great trail.

It all began to click, who had really won?

A warmth came within that he hadn't felt in a while.

The impact was strong, they had not died in vain.

Corruption rand deep, amongst political allies.

"Peace with Honor" was always shallow and fragile.

Cover up after cover up, filled with lies.

Sunlight raced in, as he opened the door.

An old Soldier weathered, by many hard years.

As the new day dawned, he felt a renewed life.

Determined to find answers, he challenged the fears.

The Veterans were right, this is what they needed.

A string that tied them with the past.

Many will be indicted in the days to come.

Than we'll know the truth ...at Last...!

© Willie Dougherty


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