We won!

My final war.

But what happens now?

I have dedicated my entire life,

My education,

My future to the military.

But now it’s done.

They won’t let me back in,

I won’t be able to fight.

My life is worthless,

After the aftermath.

I have to go ‘home’.

A foreign name,

To a person who grew up on the streets,

Then fought in wars around the globe.

I don’t have money,

My family doesn’t have money,

Or a house.

I can’t get a job.

My life is worthless,

After the aftermath.

I can’t take refuge in sleep,

My deeds haunt me.

I have scars,

Some visible some not.

My social skills stunted,

I have no friends.

I don’t try to make any,

Not after all my kills,

And those who died.

I have no-one.

I am worthless,

After the aftermath.

This can’t be it,

I have done too much,

Sacrificed too much,

For this to be the end.

I have me,

I am alive.

I have my family,

Finally I can love.

I can live a full life,

To carry on the legacy of those who died.

I am not worthless,

After the aftermath.