Berlin fell So did my purpose A warrior in from the cold Keen knife honed For only one reason Killing bear No one imagined There would be a retreat Leave us with a mission That no longer had meaning We won our war However, no one remarked Nobody recognized the sacrifice Time, emotion, terrified nights No, they complained about the cost Dollars spent on ghostly gain The scars on my mind are just as real As lesions from plastic surgery Ripped open one September day Only five years gone Our folly is not in remembrance Of things past But in our forgetfulness Of things still present.
