I remember sitting at my kitchen table

I just don't get it

How can there be no given answer?

Why is there no closure?

You have used them

They bleed, sweat, and cried for you

They fought for you

And you turned your back

You let them go

You folded a flag and closed their case

Where’s the glory in that?

It all just seemed so wrong to me, and I couldn't get it out of my head

I still can't.












my father
my grandmother
my home
a band
home away from home
missing soldier, missing truth
letters to the departed



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