A uniform lay folded in a closet,
Dust gathered from months of still,
Unseen, unremembered for so long,
Past glistening medals commemorating a kill.
Years before it was worn with honor,
A young man, serving well,
Fighting for his country's freedom,
And numerous tales to tell.
Now the conflict is in his mind,
A battle field anew,
Fighting shame and painful memories,
Torturous thoughts start to brew.
Not forgotten is the uniform,
But put into exile out of guilt,
A man weeps at his bed.
Tears and blood had been spilt.
Purple ribbons gold stars meant nothing,
Only in the moment did they live,
Rewarded for loyalty, a father had died,
His son the blame to give.
