I walk to aged mirror that had dust prints.
I then proceed to look at the mirror.
My vision becomes clear but of a sight.
The mirror shows a young worn soldier.
That soldier was tired and worn and broken.
His eyes read experiences of haunt.
He was looking back at me as he saw me.
But gave a thousand yard stare of serious.
I then begin to hear sounds that gave shock.
Screams of agony become clear like birds.
Explosions of napalm and grenade.
Smell of melted metal shards took action.
Smell of rotting flesh and smell of breath.
Sounds of cooked rounds spitting out.
Heavy tears of hot water go down my eyes.
My worries slam into my heart of broken.
I look around and see crimson everywhere.
Bodies of individuals who aren't identifiable.
Lost of comrades sparks the heart and mind.
Heat of anger rises to dangerous levels.
Same as flash of memories hit hard.
But a pain in my legs causes me to stumble.
And whispers spark out of my mouth.
I say I guess this is my time to leave.
I then shake my head to message my brain.
I get out of the distant vision in tears of grief.
I hug my knees of weak and whisper sparks.
I say I'm sorry brother that I couldn't save.
I look at myself and see a old individual.
Stuck in a young lad's body with weakness.
I get up and grab my cane and walk out.
I wipe the tears of now luke warm off.
