A mother received a letter from her son, fighting overseas one day.
It read: "Many years ago a young carefree boy was here to stay."

 "Then a drafting Sergeant recruited this green soldier, looking for glory."
"I was proud to wear this uniform and fight for another to be free."

 "Till now all the the killing didn't bother me; I was very brave!"
"In my mind my thought was another life to save."

 "We were told we would march on a Prisoner Of War compound in the night."
"Unfriendly fire kept us hidden till day was in sight."

 By the time we marched on the camp, a Kraut returned fire.
"A bazooka made his tower, his flaming funeral pyre."

 "One by one the enemy was captured; we Americans started a search of the compound."
'There were large mountains of bones and a stench all around."

 "In large chambers there were gassed nude bodies still lying there."
"Anger rooted me I just wanted to destroy all the killing and lack of care."

 " I just started shooting, I emptied my chamber round inside."
"When the clip was emptied, I sat and cried."

 Tears fell as the caring mother gazed at a picture of her soldier son.
She could still picture his birth, the day motherhood had begun.

 This letter had led to his circumstance today.
In the soldier's home a babbling man is still trapped and wastes away.

 Holding his head his mother kisses her boy, fighting a battle he couldn't win.
Many times he had tried to commit suicide, a war in himself would begin.

 The boy who died would never defeat the enemy imbedded so deep.
Never again would he have pleasant dreams in his sleep!

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