I couldn’t save him…the man I love. The horrors of war.
I saw him standing there, in the rain, soaked to the bone, his gaze heavenward, trapped within his head, locked within his nightmare. His tattoo seemed to bleed, crying black tears, running down his arm. I call out to him, saying his name, but he doesn’t hear me. I would reach out and wrap my arms around him, from behind, trying to comfort him, the man I love…a man who had seen the horrors of war, a soldier who kissed death many times, seeing only bloodshed and violence.
He watched people die, from civilians to his fellow comrades, their very lives taken away. He also killed…that is what a soldier does…kill or be killed…following orders. He was never the same…always haunted.
I wished I could help him…heal him…but nothing I did could comfort him. One time I awoke to find his hands around my neck, choking me. The look in his eyes…the terror I saw. I couldn’t save him…the man I love. He can’t hear me. He can’t see me. All he sees is death. A part of me died, too. I wasn’t the same. I wish I could take away his fears, fight his demons, bring him back to me. I would take his place…but it isn’t enough…it never is. I can’t save him.
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