Prosthetics

 

Prosthetics

Take the pain, take the soreness
because some vets have robotic legs
take a mile walk and do a half hour on the elliptical,
because some soldiers can't breathe
smile at children
because some soldiers--moms and dads,
cannot
I have trouble making each moment count
with  a lack of confidence and motivation.
But I owe the fallen soldier                                                                                                                       a sunset, a hot cup of coffee--the expensive stuff
I have faces in my mind of my duty station and the soldiers in my basic
that I mostly hated then, but now I worry about their safety.
I wish for them a warm home, a comfortable job, and a beer gut.
I probably would not have these feeling if I hadn't joined
but now I am a vet at home with spaces to fill

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