Was chatting with a new acquaintance

The conversation inspired me to write this

Tired warrior,

Join me in the quiet moonlit pools,
Bathe in their cool still waters.
Let the blood, dust, and memories wash away like bad dreams vanishing in dawns light.

Tonight behind these walls, I am your protector
You’re my duty, responsibility and pleasure
Rest your head on my chest.

Listen to the calm symphony of my body.
Let the sound of my breath blot out the noises of the world.
Let the beating of my heart soothe the restlessness of yours.

Rest easy, Rest well.
Sleep a deep dreamless sleep here in my arms.
Peace is yours here beside me.

I’m no poet, but he seemed to appreciate it

It made me wonder how many of our men and women come home to empty places, empty homes, new apartments, lives interrupted?.

Just when these people need human contact the most are they left to fend for themselves?

It cannot be easy to downshift from a life or death razors edge existence to civilian life where the most dangerous thing you face is a hangnail.

For a number of years I’ve been a supporter of the Wounded Warrior Project.

Since the conversation with with my new acquaintance I’ve wondered if there was something more I could do. I’m going to look into it.

At the very least, for those of you that know Soldiers returning to civilian life, Give them a big heartfelt hug. It can’t hurt and you may just make someones day.