The Last Battlefield
by Michael S. Velko
No heroes left to worship, his country let him down
He fought with true commitment, with honor brave and proud
So the story goes, filled with bullet holes his company did save,
in a MEDEVAC with IV packs, back to the states he came
And the nightmares never leave him as he wakes up by her side
seeing stone-gray shadow faces of his comrades he watched die
One last self-destructive mission in a barroom pale with light,
He's a five star living legend, but "Jack Daniels" now walks point
And no one came to meet him as he stepped down from that plane,
That shattered leg and damaged hip, some fragments still remain
And no one buys him coffee or pats him on the back, took
rehabilitation to get him back on track
And the nightmares never leave him as he wakes up by her side
seeing stone-gray shadow faces of his comrades he watched die,
one last self-destructive mission in a barroom pale with light,
He's a five star living legend, but Jack Daniels now walks point
So he settled down in a backwoods town to get on with his life,
going out the door of the corner store was where he'd meet his wife
Now she can't bear the heartache with his trying to adjust, a family
once together, a marriage now gone bust
And the nightmares never left him as he woke up by her side
seeing stone-gray shadow faces of his comrades he watched die
one last self-destructive mission in a barroom pale with light,
He's a five star living legend, but Jack Daniels now walks point
Michael is mom's first cousin and a Vietnam Veteran. Mom used to send him care packages and he'd write about being in the Mekong as well as places where our government said we weren't like Laos and Camobodia.
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