Operation eagle’s wings honoring all who honorably served and USA heartbeat the pulse of freedom
as we continue to share poems from a Vietnam era veteran about what he went through in Vietnam and life afterwards.
This poem is called sleep.
When dreaded sleep comes, I’m back there with my deepest fright.
I’m exhausted. Doesn’t anyone care?
Will anyone help me?
I don’t want to but I go there every night.
God I pray not to I try in every way. I’m there looking for death.
Afraid to take a breath afraid someone will hear me.
He is waiting for me. The man I killed so long ago.
Why won’t he set me free?
He wants my soul before he can have eternal rest.
Will he spill my blood? Will I fall in despair?
The smell of death is here.
He’s waiting for me. He has no rest. No family to grace.
Why is he calling me? He’s still waiting back there waiting for me.
Why is it so embedded in my mind?
Why can’t I give it rest?
Why do I go back?
Will he ever set me free?
He is still waiting. Of this I am certain for I will see him tonight.
This thought provoking poem is called Sleep remembrances of a Vietnam era veteran in modern day America. Operation eagle’s wings honoring all who honorably serve, and USA heartbeat the pulse of freedom
as we remember the Vietnam era vet