I watched my brothers die,
  
  In the jungle one by one,
   
 I fought for another’s lie,
    
  A war that can’t be won.
     
   I’ve killed; I’ve died; I’ve cried alone
    
  In foreign fields in paint of blood.
   
 I know the crimes that I atone,
  
  With PTS, with LSD, a life still stuck in mud.
 
   Lying awake at night with red drenched eyes
  
  I see the horrors that I have done.
   
 And in my dreams they do arise;
   
  But alas they can’t be undone.
    
   In many respects the war has reached it’s end
   
  But for my crimes, I may never amend.

-Scott Richardson