PTSD
I hate the fourth of July
Don't get me wrong
I love what it stands for
I hate the fireworks
I hate the bonfires
When you have
Seen whole cities Burnt to the ground
Completely wiped out
When you have
Seen your friends and comrads
Shot downs
Killed
Destroyed
When you have
Crawled through trenchs
With gunfire and bombs
going off overhead
When you have seen
Your fellow soilders
Cut in half by mechine guns
Or
Blown to peices by land mines
It does something to you
It messes with your emotions