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Another Fallen Hero
Contributed by
theurbanpoet
on
Thursday, 2nd February 2012 @ 06:26:10 AM in AEST
Topic:
war
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“This one’s on me, I couldn’t possibly take money from a hero,” said the taxi driver as I left his taxi, returning home for the first time in over 9 months. He saluted me as I watched his taxi disappear into the sunset. I took a deep breath and looked around the streets where war was just a game for so long. The buildings seemed taller, more intimidating. I felt dizzy.
As I approached the drive, I could hear faint music and muffled voices coming from the house. Familiar voices. The curtains twitched and a silence descended over house. A surprise party; the last thing I needed.
“SURPRISE!!”
The front room was crammed full of loved ones, all fighting to get closer to their favourite hero. I dropped my bag and my mother jumped on me. How I’ve missed her, I thought. She overwhelmed me with kisses; her lips smeared lipstick all over my face. A pleasant change from the war paint that had hidden my emotions before. My father gave me a firm handshake with his right and a beer with his left. “Congratulations, son. You’re a man.” My father was also sent to war at a young age. He knew how I felt; I could see it in his eyes. It was reassuring to know I was not the only one.
He dragged me by the hand into the garden, pulled up two garden chairs and told me to sit down. The chaos indoors was silenced by the closing of the patio doors. “That’s the last thing you need, I tried to talk her out of it, but you know what your mother’s like,” he explained. “It’s fine, it’s good to see everyone,” I said as I sat back in my chair and sipped my beer. I let out a sigh and relaxed. All of my muscles eased at once. Relief. It felt as though I had been tensing every muscle in my body for 9 months and with one sip of beer and the sound of my father’s soothing voice, they all relaxed.
“Are you going to tell me about it?” He asked. I took a big gulp of my beer, my gut churned. I said nothing. I just looked up at the stars and remembered lying in the desert doing the same thing last month. Each of the stars making me realise how small and insignificant this planet is.
“I killed a man.” I said.
It was my father’s turn to be silent. I stood up, finished my beer and went back inside to join the party. I looked behind me as I opened the patio doors and saw my father’s head in his hands. Yep, I thought, he does feel my pain.
As quickly as I could, I grabbed as many cans of beer as possible and made my way upstairs, turned my bedroom light off and collapsed onto my bed. I stared at the ceiling; I could see the stars, I could hear the gunfire, I could hear the screams of my fallen brothers. There was a war taking place in my bedroom. My mind was a battlefield.
The party was over, I made my way back downstairs to drink some more. Beer cans were scattered around the living room like lifeless bodies, drained. I made my way back into the garden where I’d confessed my sins to my father earlier. It was 4am; the stars were above still gazing down at me. Beautiful witnesses that had witnessed me commit the most unforgivable crime. They watched over me as I killed a man, as I killed a husband, as I killed a son, as I killed a soldier.
Tonight, those very stars were going to witness it all over again, as I put down my beer and stared down the barrel of my own gun.
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Re: Another Fallen Hero
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by Butterflyperfect on
Thursday, 2nd February 2012 @ 09:12:40 AM AEST
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Very touching and powerful emotions are evoked in your writing here. I can only imagine the feelings a soldier would have upon the return home.
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Re: Another Fallen Hero
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by purplestary on
Sunday, 5th February 2012 @ 10:47:58 PM AEST
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| wow. this is a powerful piece. I feel the emotions in this and it's kind of a bittersweet feeling that my heart just doesn't know what to do with. I want to start by saying Thank You, and God bless you for your service. and next i want to say that my heart aches for you because i know it was a bittersweet homecoming for you. nobody really understands or knows what you went through except the ones who have been there before you, and i can say that i have never been there, but i am married to a man who served in the Marines. My father also served along with most of my uncles and many other family members and i know what most of them went through. so i don't understand because i've never been in those shoes, and i will never fully grasp it, but i do get it to the point that i have loved ones who have been through it...and i'm so glad that you shared this write with us. it brings tears to my eyes, but at the same time, i'm so glad you were able to come home and see your loved ones. because too many don't get that chance. again. thank you for your service, and thank you so much for sharing and letting us in..this poem needed to be wrote, and people need to read it. it is so important. you showed amazing talent and courage by posting this. |
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Re: Another Fallen Hero
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by purplestary on
Sunday, 5th February 2012 @ 10:51:47 PM AEST
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| i had to comment again because this poem has just touched me to the point of no return so i keep reading it. but also i wanted to say that it gets so very sad at the end. it reminds me of a point in the movie "stop loss" when one of the main characters takes his gun and kills himself because he had been dishonorably discharged. have you seen that movie? it is an emotional roller coaster. if you have not seen it i suggest it to you. i think you would really like it. though i imagine you probably have already seen it. |
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