Johnny Came Marching Home

No one said it, everybody knew,

War had changed him.

All pretended it hadn’t,

Happy he was home.

 

Time was not a healer,

Carried on fighting the war.

Anger fuelled by drinking,

Violent outbursts.

 

Battered, shell-shocked wife and kids,

Soldiers all, in their own way.

‘They also serve who stand and wait’,

That’s what we used to say.

 

He did what soldiers shouldn’t do,

Retreated, cut off, by the foe.

Low on supplies and ammo.

Trapped in no-man’s land.

 

He foraged and found an abandoned cache.

Grabbed hidden liquor and pilfered pills

Trapped by the barbed wire of his mind,

He left the war behind.

© Barry Alexander 2014

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