In the beginning we were patriotic, doing what must be done. We fought for freedom, we fought for strangers in a strange land. We asked no questions and no answers were needed. We did what must be done.
Now we've been in country for years, we're fighting a stranger's war. All of those who died did so in vain, but America keeps sending more.
Bodies were mangled, ripped and destroyed. We'd long forgotten what we were doing here. We are the unloved soldiers that nobody needed. Our eyes have seen too much.
All of the time we were in country we couldn't wait to go home. But now as we board the planes, we ask ourselves, can home be home anymore?
By Vincent E. Kim *Note: This poem is copyrighted Back
