Ben's Home Now

Ben's life had been to do no harm, then they sent him to Desert Storm.
At Camp they told him reasons why,some must live and some must die.
So, they shipped him off to War,20,000 miles or more.
He'd seen many people slain,on TV he's seen them again,and again.
Nice clean bodies with bright red blood.
And so he wondered if he could; Take a life.
Then the orders came,and it wouldn't be pretty,
he was to liberate Kuwait City.
The shelled and bombed,from dusk to dawn.
They moved out in a long straight column,there didn't seem to be a problem.
On the North edge of town,Iraqi's had fled,
there were lots of cars and lots of dead.
Ben's mind started to scream,he thought he'd be sick.
At the pictures his mind,had to choose and to pick.
At pieces of bodies,together,alone, in still burning cars,
Men charred clear to the bone.
Again his mind screamed,but no one heard a sound,,
no longer in War,he was in his home town.
The sights and the sounds,he would no longer dread,
just laying there staring,alone in his bed.
They found him in a house curled up in a corner,
they'd gone there to search for survivors and owners.
He stood up when they told him,and stood there alone.
They said "Ben can you hear us??!!!"(Ben was already home.)
They put him in a Hospital, the VA was the one.
They poked and prodded,said nothing could be done.
They sent Ben home,he sits and he stares.
He see's all of those things,that just really aren't there.
He sleeps all day,stays up all night.
The Headaches so strong,he loses his sight.
He just doesn't eat,he's gotten thin,
shuffles when he stands,(It's the Thorazine).
There's Bens from WW1 and WW2,Korea,Vietnam,and Granada too.
They never meant to do not harm,now there's Ben's from Desert Strom.
Ben came home like all the rest,and Ben had done his very best.
Their War is over,done and gone,but Ben's will linger,on and on.