Bud's blog: "Beauty..."

Through Bloodshot eyes and a thousand yard stare

Images of my friends are confined in my mind

A chill runs through me as I continue to stare

A cold, wet feeling that's just not there

My ears pick out the smallest of sound

A tiny raindrop pattering to the ground

A movement of a leaf as it scrapes out loud

We try to stay covered cut off from the others

I stare into the jungle

Looking at mysterious shadows that forshadow

The enemy is out there, he's looking for a fight

My Friends Bo, John and Henry are to my right

Forever peering down thier gun sights

Ready at a moments notice for the inevitable firefight

Men will die ,when bullets fly

Blood stains the ground of this hollowed battle ground

I am Doc to my friends

I swore an oath to save them should they be hit

Damn how I wish my mind would quit

Memoeries of Bo, John and Henry wrack my soul

Yet they look down on me and continue to smile

Telling me it's okay even through my turmoil

Oh I was the luky one

Not to be killed by my enemies gun

I returned unscathed, without a bullet hole

Not realizing with only half my soul

I stare out this window

I'm lost in thought, as the world passes by below

All the street lights aglow

Only those that have been there can understand the stare

And this soldiers continued nightmare

Dedicated to those who were Lost :

But will never be forgotten...