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Moral Injury 24 X 7 (poem)
By Mike Hastie
An active duty Marine touching the name of a Vietnam veteran
on the Oregon Vietnam
Veterans Memorial in Portland.
When he touched the name, he started to cry
"You" are walking around in circles,
morbidly depressed and withdrawn.
Nothing makes any sense anymore.
But, it never made any sense long before
"You" ever went to war.
It was simply "your" turn to find out the
absolute truth, and finally realize why
countless veterans throughout history
wound up in suicide cemeteries.
"You" never knew about betrayal,
because those who went before
"you" were never allowed to speak.
The public just wants heroes.
They do not want to know the
The magnitude of "your" illness is equal
to the depth of "your" silence.