Enough: by Lance Pinamonte

Reverence ... or Shame?

Hope you like, CJ...

Enough ...

For the people who give their lives to this nation,
then watch the same war in different name take more
For it's not enough ...

To those who die from the chemicals we lay down,
then we ignore the death for the profit
For it's not enough ...

When the waters rise above our heads, lands lost,
we shun those with the reason
For it's not enough ...

The wealthy grow to hate the poor, grow richer,
to where they hold the future of all
For it's not enough ...

A place where lies and hate take the place
all for the promotion of fear
For it is not enough ...

So we ask the question that lies in wait,
"When will we be free of these things?
When will it be ... enough?"

God bless America.

Lance

Lance L. Pinamonte

U.S. Army - 1967 to 1970
67N30 Crewchief/Doorgunner Helicopter Mech.
Champagne Flight

Other Articles by Lance:

A Fearful America

A Nation Unwilling to Change

“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale


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Lost But Not Forgotten

Anguish and Wonder

Lost But Not Forgotten

by William A. Christie

"It was war, you won't come home,"

are the thoughts you leave home with.

You hear the shots, smell the powder.

The smoke and dust clears.

You look down.

He's gone, and you're still here.

Did I do the right thing,

or was it wrong?

Did I do enough, or too much?

His eyes stare with a far away look.

Oh My God,

he's my friend.

How do I go on?

Guilt fills my life; shame rules it.

Wishing it was me, and glad it wasn't.

Why just one and not both?

I'll remember this forever

in the day and in the nightmares.

Did it hurt?

Did he suffer?

Holding him for what seemed like forever,

knowing it was just a moment,

but feeling it forever ...

Written by Sgt. William A. Christie

a Vietnam Combat Veteran with PTSD

U.S. Army, 299th Combat Engineers

D/A Company

1968/1969

Dak To Defenders

Dak To Vietnam

“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale