This will be my last poem……since it has not generated much interest or discussion….there is no need to continue…I do hope that my followers enjoy this brief look into my past…….
This poem is my reaction to the news of a fellow recon guy that I had served with in my first tour…..his death on the streets of San Francisco…he was homeless and addicted to drugs and had violent bouts of combat flashbacks……..he needed help and no one cared.
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Come on down to the sea
For you will see
All the beauty
Of a beach of debris.
On this day a young man cries
The pain forces tears into his eyes
And speak softly before he dies
“Thank You”
Then slowly closes his eyes.
A long haired “creep” has died
But none of the “straight” sighed
The men from homicide
Laughed it off as suicide.
If you are a freak
And reality you seek
Look into the eyes of a homeless vet
Possibly one could find the true meaning of “regret”.
CHUQ 25Apr1969
In Saner Thought 
These are really excellent poems Dr. Chuq and I would encourage you to keep posting them.
Might I also suggest that you find a website where veterans tend to communicate with each other and post them at these sites. I think there is where you will likely get lots of feedback.
Thanx Larry, I will consider it…….
Excellent.
Thanx Hansi…….