We come back,
but we never come home.
We have friends,
but were always alone.
We cry tears,
but were no longer scared.
In our beers,
we think nobody cares.
It is true,
because us you are free.
But few will thank a man of war,
no one has thanked me.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-of-war-2/
