With his eyes facing forword,
And nothing but the will to live,
The city became a maze of closed doors,
Nothing like he experienced in civilian life,
He was the hero outcast,
Since returning home was the same,
The loud cars reminded him of war,
He tried talking to different people,
No one understood his new nature,
Left behind in a open world,
With scars of war, and no connection to the future..
There was just enough good left in his heart,
That his mind was at ease,
And in time, the difficult things became simple again.
He stands proud, and accomplished. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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