One mans` pain..another mans` glory?

my pain is immortal, it will never die.

the blessing of this mind fading, will forever be as elusive as tsavos peace.

Eternity knows no bounds, as faith lays down now, into a forever slumber.

Immortality. It is the afixiation that brought Amalthea to her death.

That cast Brother Tau to the sea. And now has laied me out, open on this Dias of morbid reflection.

I am this, I am immortal, my tears fail to fall, my breath never to still.

I will remain, regret is my boon, and reflection my rock.

I wrote this poem for my website. It wasnt until I just read it again that I realised that this is the look I see in my great uncles eyes. You see he fought in Nam.
I have heard so many people trash soldiers, they call them baby killers, amoung other things.And that cuts too deep, makes me sooo mad.
I do not know what happened in Nam, or any other war for that matter, but I can say this quite honestly, no cruel man or woman has the look of pure unwavering regret and sadness that my uncle, or so many other soldiers I have seen, have.
Didnt know where to post this, but it has been weighing on me since I re-read it.Hope y'all don't mind. :(~:).

I hope your uncle finds a peaceful spot in his mind, and lives there without regret or apologies. No war is a good war if we pause to look at its victims on both sides. But war is a part of the human experience. It has always been with us, and will probably always be.

I pray for all who must bear the burdens of remembering war in any time or place. I pray for those who don't understand why mankind makes war, kills people, plunders, and are unhappy because there is always war going on somewhere in the world.

I pray for peace. For all humankind.

I'm sure he'd thank you for that Aimee... (((hugs))) I thank you.

My husband and I graduated in l964. Vietnam war time. He joined the Air Force and lots of our classmates were drafted(after all, they were poor farm boys and couldn't afford college for a deferment), and most came home( we lost two of our graduating class) and had this look in their eyes and it reflected in their personalities. Not only had they grown up, they had grown old in mind. Your poem is a good representation of that eerie aloft depression that reflects in their eyes. Lou

(((hugs)))....many prayers your way Lou.

Nam was just the beginning of the western world learning of the true nature of and evil of atheistic Communism amd what it does to the people it dominates. Anytime GOD(the one true GOD)is removed from a society evil abounds freely. I know a man who served in the secret service sort of thing in 'Nam. He has never been the same, mentally and emotionally. He can never talk about what he did because it is classified so he can't get it out of his system, so to speak. He was a gentle man too and still is so the atrocities he had to witness and even commit haunt him constantly. He can't forgive himself and can't bring himself to believe that JESUS will forgive him too.
May GOD be with your uncle and give him peace.

TY LL..(((hugs)))