Poem #7–1968

By this time, 20Dec1968, I had been back in the states for a month or so……reassigned to Ft. Hood, 2nd Armored Division, “Hell On Wheels”…….I had gone from combat situations almost daily to painting rocks and re-lettering jeeps to pass the time…..and about this time is when the nightly visits started……..

This was my last poem for the year, 1968…..

Going Home
Every lived inside your head?

All the dread,

All the memories,

Trying to keep busy.

Night after night

Faces take flight

Enter into your dreams

Cold sweats and screams.

People look

But do not know

The agony that lives

Deep inside

They just don’t know.

The pull is strong

For the realization

That the only peace

From the vision

To cease

Is to return

To the place I belong.

CHUQ                                                    20Dec1968

This was my last poem for the year, 1968……Next year all will be clear…..