POETRY 2












THE "UNKNOWN" SOLDIER


He's known as the unknown soldier
But he once was just like you
He had hopes and plans for a future
And a dream to make them true

He's a son and maybe a brother
And perhaps a father as well
Did he come from the city or live in the bush?
Only his soul could tell

But now in death he is given a task
Beyond that of a living man
For he represents all that was lost and gained
From the moment that war began

He could be the boy who never returned
To the girl who waited in vain
He could be the pride of a mum and dad
Who would never see him again

He could be the husband who's wife has grieved
For the life that they never had
He could be the father of children
Who were robbed of the guidance of dad

He represents all that war is
The anguish, the torment, the hell
He sacrificed all of his hopes and dreams
They died the moment he fell

He dares us to justify all the deaths
in the wars since the world began
He questions what place this slaughter has
In God's eternal plan

And he begs of us to answer
Why we follow our war-like creed
While battles rage throughout the world
Through envy, power, and greed

But while ever there are tyrants
That the devil claims as kin
It's men like the unknown soldier
Who will fight again and win

He answered the call of his country
He fought side by side with the brave
And now he'll spend eternity
At rest in an unnamed grave

We owe so much to this soldier
We owe an unpayable debt
We should often pause a moment
To remember, lest we forget

We may travel this great country
From the inland to the sea
And our path will not be halted
For he fought to keep it free
When we hear our National Anthem
And our heart swells up with pride
I like to think the unknown soldier
Is standing at our side

K.D. Abbott © 2007

All poems and short stories on this site are
protected and
Copyrighted to K. D Abbott 2007. © All rights
reserved.

I am proud to be a veteran...


I am proud to be a veteran...
For I served my country well.
I have battled with the word of God,
And spent my time in hell.
From the halls of Montazuma,
To the shores of Tripoli,
I placed your life above my own,
To keep our nation free.
I fought with courage till the end,
For belifes I held strong and true,
And if I ever had the chance,
I'd lie down my life for you.
I am proud to be a veteran,
The warriors ethos I recite,
I fought with patriotic duty,
For all that's good, and right.
In return I ask no glory,
From wars violent deadly game,
Please just don't forget me,
Or disrespect my name.
I am proud to be a veteran,
For I sacrificed my all,
I didn't hesitate one bit,
When I heard my nation call.
I am a combat veteran,
I am proud as I can be.
I served my fellow man, it's true,
My God, and my country.


Chris Woolnough
3/08














THE PHOTOGRAPH


An old man sits in silence
And there's tear stains on his face
His thoughts have been transported
To another time and place

His brow is deeply furrowed
And the pain shows in his eyes
His grief is deep and endless
It's a grief you can't disguise

He is gazing at a photograph
Of young men brave and strong
It's a stark and cold reminder
How this world sometimes goes wrong

The men are dressed in army 'greens'
With smiles upon their face
They're not here in their homeland
They're in a far off place

They've gone to serve their country
In a war that shouldn't be
And even though we won that war
He lets his tears run free

He puts names to all the faces
As the horror fills his mind
Of the ones so badly wounded
And the ones they left behind

Young men barely in their prime
With so much life to live
They gave their all for country
Til they had nothing left to give

And of the so-called 'lucky ones'
Who managed to survive
Their minds were badly damaged
Though they did come home 'alive'

The grief and horror that they saw
Stole innocence away
Scarred memories that would haunt them
Was the price they had to pay

And many more just like them
Fought on the other side
Some of them we now call friends
Too many young men died

Devoted women also served
To keep our foe at bay
With dignity and courage
Some gave their life away

And the people of our homelands
Still feel the grief and pain
Of the husbands, sons and daughters
That they'll never see again

Their life was snuffed as one would snuff
A flickering candle flame
This terror that we know as 'war'
Is mankind's greatest shame

Their names are carved in history
Note every name with pride
All soldiers died believing
That right was on their side

A world that harbours hatred
Is a world that's filled with war
Each day there's humans dying
And there'll be many more

Fighting wars of bloodshed
Is not a path we choose
It produces so much heartbreak
That even winners lose

But we'll fight on forever
Regardless of the cost
For life is not worth living
In a world where freedom's lost

Oppressive, heartless, tyrants
Treat all war as a game
Yet, except for these delusional freaks
Deep down we're all the same

Love resides in saner hearts
We share the dream of peace
But while fanatics dwell among us
The wars will never cease

Their threats will go unheeded
Though they wave their blood-stained knife
Our resolve will never waver
To protect our way of life

We have democracy and freedom
Of a kind that makes life 'whole'
And a love for God and country
That is deep within our soul

We'll not live neath a tyrant's rule
They'll not tear us apart
For we share a bond that's priceless
We have freedom in our heart

They'll not find fear within us
All fear we rise above
As we defend with pride and honour
This country that we love

The old man's eyes look skyward
And he softly murmurs "Why?"
He asks God for the answer
Why the young should have to die

He has so many photographs
He carries in his head
They're photographs of misery
Of the wounded and the dead

They believed in what they fought for
Through hardship, grief and pain
And he knows that every one of them
Would do it all again

His tired old hands are trembling
And again the teardrops flow
These were men he called his buddies
Why they're gone he'll never know

The young men in his photograph
Have faces filled with pride
Their memory never leaves him
They still walk by his side

And to many more just like them
We have a debt we can't repay
Through their persistence and their valour
We have the life we live today

Their future taken from them
With their manhood just begun
We should remember them with reverence
At the setting of the sun

*************************************
Written in memory of a World War II Veteran.
His memories haunted him for the remainder of
his life.

K.D. Abbott © 2008

Copyrighted to K. D Abbott 2008. © All rights
reserved.

Daddy’s home from the war

Mommy, why is Daddy so different than he was before?
Why is he so jumpy after the war?
Your Daddy has a dis-order, it's called PTSD.
That means after the danger, he reacts suddenly.
The war gave him symptoms that are normal and real,
He needs our understanding and support in order to heal.
What is a symptom Mommy? What do they do?
A symptom explains how a disease changes you.
Daddy was really scared in the war and lost control of his fate,
The symptom called hypervigilance means
he'll get that scared again,
even if we come home five minutes late.
It also means he'll still look for danger all around,
He'll need to control his environment to feel safe and sound.
Daddy will also be really protective of me and you.
Sometimes he'll be THAT scared that we might die too.
We'll have to be very patient and wherever we roam,
We have to assure Daddy we'll come safely home.
Is that why Daddy won't let me go out, like other kids do?
Because he's afraid someone will kill me too!
But why did he change Mommy? Am I to blame?
No child, war changes people, they are never the same.
Why is he so angry? What did I do?
Know this my child:
Big people have big problems too.
Other peoples emotions don't belong to you!
People who suffer from ptsd fly into a rage really fast.
That's because of the trauma they lived in the past.
We're all born with a natural instinct that keeps us alive.
Daddy had to get really angry in the war to survive.
Now when he's triggered, he still gets THAT angry too.
That's why he blasts shrapnel from the war all over me and you.
The symptoms of ptsd include irritability, and outbursts of anger dear child.
That means when he's hurting, his symptoms go wild.
What's a trigger Mommy? Is it like shooting a gun?
Kind of. A trigger's a reminder, it's not any fun!
When he remembers a feeling he had in the war,
The emotional blast is just as strong as before.
Why does Daddy blame me for being so loud?
Your Daddy saw children blown up in a crowd.
Is that why he jumps when he hears a loud noise?
Even if I am only playing with my toys?
Why yes, dear child, you're such a thrill!
The war was full of loud noises that startle him still.
Any loud noise can trigger symptoms of ptsd,
Please don't take Daddy's reactions personally.
When he's driving why does he curse and wear a mean face?
That's because the roads in a war zone were a dangerous place.
In an instant, people died right in front of his eyes.
That means he still gets really anxious at the slightest surprise.
A simple mistake, or a sudden, unexpected change, jump starts his heart.
It feels like he's been ambushed and he's falling apart.
The symptoms make Daddy feel weird, defective, and crazy.
Sometimes he forgets things because his memory gets hazy.
Mommy why did Daddy yell at me when I cried?
Because seeing you sad reminds him of a buddy who died.
If he hears us yell, or scream out in pain,
He winds up reliving the war all over again.
Why doesn't he seem to love us very much anymore?
Because Daddy learned to turn off his feelings to survive the war.
When bad things happened, it was too dangerous to sit down and cry.
Feelings were a liability that might cause you to die.
Then some traumatic experiences are just too painful to feel,
So nature makes us go numb to give us time to heal.
It's called 'flattened range of affect' technically,
That just means ptsd affects people emotionally.
Daddy feels really guilty for reacting this way.
He doesn't understand that it's normal, and we'll be okay.
PTSD is like flipping a switch to turn on the light,
Soldiers were trained by the military to stand up and fight.
They can flip that switch too, to turn off the pain,
That means turning off all emotions until none remain.
The symptoms of ptsd mimic emotional abuse dear,
It's normal for survivors to avoid pain and fear.
Doesn't Daddy know he's home from the war now?
Yes, but his body remembers the fear anyhow.
Sometimes he'll get really nervous, like he's heading out on a mission.
He might even sleep sitting up in a funny position.
In the war it was even too dangerous to sleep,
Daddy still pulls guard duty on the nightmares he keeps.
Is that why Daddy won't come to see my play?
Why he's afraid to go out on any God given day?
Yes, public places can make his symptoms appear,
Seeing a lot of people killed in one place fills him with fear.
He might still sit in a resteurant with his back to the wall,
Or jump out of his skin from the ringing of a telephone call.
Why can't we touch Daddy while he's still asleep?
Daddy had to be really alert for survivals sake.
Now he's still ready for combat before he's awake.
He might even mistake us for the enemy,
And wind up hurting us accidentally.
My friend said Daddy is crazy, he has a mental dis-ease!
Is that really true Mommy, can you tell me please?
Your Daddy's not crazy, ptsd is a nervous system dis-ease.
Nature designed all people to fight, flee, or freeze.
Daddy has normal symptoms because war is insane!
There is nothing at all wrong with your Daddy's brain!
Post Traumatic Stress puts your nervous system out of order each day,
It causes an injury that won't go away.
It's an anxiety dis-order where his autonomic nervous system is broken,
Then some ptsd symptoms are caused by trauma left unspoken.
Is ptsd contagious Mommy? Can I catch it too?
Will Daddy's dis-ease affect me and you?
Yes child, even specially trained doctors catch second hand ptsd,
That means the risk factors are greater for you and for me.
Plus families are systems that work together as one,
What affects one family member affects everyone.
How can we stop it from spreading so fast?
If we do catch it Mommy, how long will it last?
If we're not careful, even your children can exhibit symptoms of ptsd,
That means we have to take special care of you, Daddy, and me.
Mommy why am I different than the kids that I know?
Why didn't their daddy's have to go?
Oh child, all people on earth feel sorrow and pain,
Your Daddy's a brave soldier, and he'd do it again!
Are there other families like us changed by war?
How come I haven't met them before?
There are many more like us, more and more each day,
Suffering scared and alone, in much the same way.
Why didn't they tell us when he left for the war?
The Daddy I loved wouldn't be the same anymore?
My child know this:
Big people have big problems too,
That's one answer I don't have for you.
Denial is the first symptom of ptsd,
It's been around since the beginning of all history.
I wish my dear child, I could promise you this:
We can't heal alone, we'll need lots of help to recover.
The VA will teach us how to care for each other.
Our country wouldn't betray us,
Or leave us to suffer alone without aide,
They will stand and uphold the promises they made.
Our nations the best, and it's very wealthy,
The VA will ensure our family gets healthy.
You have my word of honor we'll be okay,
Our family will receive the best care at the VA.
I'm sorry my dear child, but trauma shatters trust.
Our government leaves ptsd families alone in the dust!
They can't properly care for the wounded soldiers war made,
Forget about the family suffering alone and afraid.
Mommy, sometimes I get really angry when Daddy's not on my side.
The anger is evidence of the pain and fear we're all trying to hide.
I get mad sometimes too, smoking red hot!
It really hurts that the war cost our family a lot.
I'm afraid Daddy doesn't love us when he gets THAT mad.
Dear child, nothing on earth could hurt him that bad.
Because he almost died in the war,
he loves you more than ever.
And no matter what, he will love you forever.
Little things become a big emergency with ptsd,
Emotional regulation is broken chemically.
Cortisol is depleted and body chemistry gets all out of whack.
When he feels threatened or out of control,
The best form of defense is attack.
PTSD can be severe, moderate, or mild,
Because we love Daddy we're CO survivors of trauma my child.
Some of us have paid a heavy price for loving a combat vet,
But we know he's worth it, don't ever forget!
Though we feel different, we're normal and sane,
The war injured your daddy but he's not to blame.
All soldiers and their loved ones deserve to recover.
We can start by taking good care of each other.
Just like your Daddy, we're strong, proud, and brave,
Others like us know the sacrifices we gave.
I promise dear child, our love will survive.
Now lets go hug Daddy, and thank him for being alive.

Chris Woolnough
11/09/07
 

Chris has been writing poetry for many years. She is married
to a Viet Nam Veteran, and has an excellent understanding of
what Veterans and those closest to them go through on a
daily basis. She manages one of the largest support sites
(AOW) on the web. The logo is a link to her site. Her poem "
The Aftermath of war" was the inspiration for writing the song
with the same title which can be found on the
Music Site

K. D. Abbott is a very private man, however I will share two items with you. 1) When asked about the use of these poems, He gave
his approval
because He said " they belong to all who have fought for freedom" , and 2), advice from his Grandfather "If your heart's not in
it....Don't write it." This rule applies equally to both humour and serious writing.

Please Visit His site and read more of his inspiring poetry and short stories.

         

Put Streaming
Video On Your
Site.

Easy As 1 -2 - 3

More Info Here
LifeLock is the only Identity Theft Prevention Solution backed by a one-million dollar guarantee!Click here to get a 10% discount.
Get overstock, closeout, or special buys on high quality kids outdoor gear.
Some called me medic ...others just called
me Doc

In all the professions
I could have choosen to be
None gave me more
Honor or pride
or sense of responsibility.
Than to be called their
Medic or Bac Si or Doc
To the 2nd of the 47th Infantry.
Recon, the Scouts,
A part of
Headquarters Company.
The men were daring, young and strong
We drank our beer and sang our songs
As we rode upon our tracks
In the paddies of solid green.
Each man was tested and a warrior
named attached
Cowboy, Pimp, Babysun, Slim, Pineapple,
Repro-man, Uncle 5, Budda,
Thurston Howell the third and Killer II
Then there was the Tazmanian Devil too
....Just to name a few.
We  became fast friends
And they learned to trust me too
A name given to just a chosen few
They just called me...Doc Pardue
It was earned in battle
Fighting by their side .
They taught me about the living and the
dying
And the surviving too.
It has been many years since
Our time in Vietnam
I've been known by many names since
But the one I learned to cherish most
Was given long ago
By my friends and brothers dressed in
battle green
It's simply.....Doc Pardue  @ 2001

Kerry 'Doc' Pardue is a former combat medic assigned to Scouts, 2/47th Infantry,
9th Infantry Division during Viet Nam from March 1968 to March 1969.

"Doc" began to write to bring about healing for himself and to deal with PTSD. He
states that there are two things he learned real quickly in Viet Nam: Rule #1: men
will die in battle and rule #2: as hard as he tried, he could not change rule #1.
"Doc's" writings are a reflection of his experiences, both good and bad.

"Doc" states categorically: "I have come away from my writings with a firmer belief
in God, being a good father, an awesome grandfather, a stronger belief that we did
the right thing by going to Viet Nam, and a sense of peace."

He attributes much credit to his wife Stephanie, his "miracle bride" for her belief in
him as a man, husband, and father. He states: "She brought out the best in me and I
am still proud to call her my bride after 34 years." Together, they have raised three
children and are now working with 7 of the greatest grandkids.
Kerry 'Doc' Pardue

Visit "Doc's" Website at

http://www.
kerrypardue247.
com/Index.html






















In the beginning...  

Poetry is possibly the most subjective form of
writing there is, and therefore perhaps the
hardest on which to comment.  Either it says
something to you or it does not, and at least, I
trust my readers will find much to enjoy and
consider in this collection.  

This is a well rounded collection.  These are
poems that speak to the reader in the language of
every day and at the same time embrace
profundity.  Their subject matter, the struggle of
a just war, comradeship and loss, has never been
more topical than it is now, with our troops once
again defending freedom in a distant, hostile land.

I wanted my writing to be sincere and
communicative, the mood both musical and
solemn.   I wrote about two things principally;
the truths which I hold and express, and the
people and the history that have gone to create
them.  These poems are moving, simple and rich.
 In the writing of these poems I found much
healing, my hope is that others will find healing
as well.  I would welcome your comments.

THE WAR AT HOME
What is happening to the real world?
Have they all gone nuts!

Protesting and carrying signs against something
They have no idea what's it all about

They are not the ones who should be
Believe it or not!

Why don't they keep the politics out
And let us fight to win.

What do you mean they killed Martin Luther King?
And Bobby Kennedy too!

Then Kent State and My Lai  too
What is a good soldier to do?

How did they let the world go so wrong?
Now...we got a WAR AT HOME!

Vietnam's a funny place
People here from every race.

Black and white and brown
Helping to defend the yellow race.

Fighting side by side
Just to stay alive.

If the people  back in the WORLD
Could only just see

How we live and fight  and die
United by circumstances beyond our control

We don't care about the color
Of the skin.

That doesn't count on what determines
A person's worth.

What would be the greatest tragedy of all
To go home at the end of my time.

Just to be killed on the streets
Of my hometown.

By a friend who was my brother
In another place and time.

Doc Pardue--Vietnam @ 1969 & 2001

Where are you going...ALLTHE WAY HOME

Where are you going little man....
To school to learn all that I can.

Where are you going young man...
Off to the war to defend our land.

Where are you going Doc...
Back to the world, my time is through.

Dad...they tell me in school we lost in Vietnam
Did we? Yes, we did, my son.
Is that the reason for the far away look in your eyes?

Why are you running middle-aged man...
To get away from the pain.

Why are you sitting all alone old man....
No where else to hide.

Papa...did you go to war in Vietnam?
Yes, came back my reply.

Papa...did we win? What did you do?
Yes and  I was a medic I helped my men

Were you brave? Were you ever afraid?
Yes I was and I still am.

Papa, dad says you were wounded
Did it hurt alot? Not anymore.

Can I see your medals...maybe take them to school.
I want to tell the other kids how proud I am of you

.Where are you going old man...
FINALLY ALL THE WAY HOME!

Doc Pardue @ 2001