Take Our Brother Home
KIA, LOD, POW*MIA, TBI, PTSD
© 2015 Don Poss

Warriors expose themselves to enemy's ire
For a brother whose life's spirit
bleeds-out in dreadful dire.

They raced to the Medevac Ghost ship, stacked with dead,
pooled-blood shimmering, rotors whopping, and
begged God speed to Surgeon's lair.

Brothers caringly lock and load stretcher
through Huey's portal, and unknowingly
into the other side of Heaven's Wall.

Seeds sown to reap another languishing soul,
decades hence, a PTSD harvest most certain
upon touching engraved name, and slapped with
memories of warrior's brains drying on a log.