Endless War by Robie Odonnell

Every now and then, something happens that just can’t be explained by anything other than fate. For the past few months I’ve been working in the real world on several different military and veteran initiatives, many of which center on getting the message of our veterans out to the civilian world. A lot of those messages have to do with explaining how combat veterans feel about their experiences in war. Then, this appeared on a Facebook page dedicated to the memory of a friend’s son.

The author of this poem is US Army Veteran Robie Odonnell. “Odie”, as he is known to his buddies, deployed to Afghanistan in August 2009 with the 4th Infantry Division out of Ft. Carson. It was there he met the son of my dear friend Linda, Ryan Patrick Kennedy. Ryan lost his battle with Post Traumatic Stress on August 2nd, 2012.

About Ryan, Odie said “I first met ryan when I got overseas, they had deployed about two months before I got there, and instantly became friends with him and 3 others, we always joked about being overseas, and at a point we were all convinced that we weren’t really in afghan, but just on the other side of the mountains in Colorado springs, it made things better and easier for us all if that’s what we thought and talked about. ryan was a great soldier, but even better at being a friend to someone.”

These words of Obie’s describe one part of this war too many of our veterans have brought home –

 

ENDLESS WAR

TIME RACING

IM PACING

EYES ARE TRACING

IM CHASING THAT HIGH,

I WANT TO BE FACING

 

BULLETS FLYING

SOLDIERS DYING

BUDDIES ARE CRYING

WE ALL TRYING

 

ONE MORE SHOT

ONE MORE KILL

ONE MORE SHOT

TO FIND THAT THRILL

 

OUR MINDS STILL IN THIS WAR

SOME BEGGING FOR MORE

OTHERS ON THEIR KNEES CRAWLING FOR THE DOOR

IT WONT STOP

CLEANING UP THE BLOOD WITH A MOP

GUNNERS UP ON TOP

ALL SHOOTING AT THE SAME SPOT

THEY LET THE BODIES ROT

LOOKING IN THE MIRROR KNOWING THAT WE FOUGHT

ONE MORE HIGH

ONE MORE SHOT

LIVING THE REST OF MY LIFE LIKE THIS ID RATHER NOT,

NIGHTMARES AND COLD SWEATS

HEARING A FIRECRACKER WONDERING WHAT COMES NEXT

THANK GOD FOR THE BULLETPROOF VEST

WAIT

TRAINING VEST

SHIT MINES NOT LIKE THE REST

IM DEAD IF I GET SHOT IN THE CHEST,

LOOKING AT THE CLOUDS IN THE SKY,

PRAYING TO GOD THAT TOMORROW ILL BE ALIVE

TIMES RACING

IM PACING

EYES ARE TRACING

IM CHASING THAT HIGH I WANT TO BE FACING,

ANYMORE THOUGH I DON’T

TODAY IS A NEW DAY

SO I WONT.

                                                                                                                                                                                by Robie Odonnell

 

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