Friend
Jason “Barbo” Barbosa
As a method of dealinf with some PTSD I began writing poetry. Some of it is angry, some confused, but I feel that many (although most won’t admit) could agree with the words from time to time. Here is one of the lighter ones.
Semper Fi
Jason “Barbo” Barbosa
SGT USMC 1988-1994
Panama, Kuwait, Somalia
Veteran
” ‘The ultimate challengeand very essenceof bowhunting is found in getting close, remaining undetected, controlling emotions, and delivering a well-placed arrow.’ That’s timeless gospel directly from the Book of James.”
M.R. James
Founder
Bowhunter Magazine
FRIEND
Friend you claim to be when I am there
Psycho vet you say, when I am out of your hair
You offer me a drink, then smile and wink, at your friends who do nothing but stare
For you I am a sideshow so that you can brag
“Yeah that guy is done for, the war was his fame, now look at him friends who does he blame”
I don’t claim to blame any man for my pain
Just looking for home not personnel gain
Where is the peace, I had once took for granted.
Friend you are not, as you whisper and cower
My friends spilt their blood, for your pathetic happy hour
You will never understand what we all had to endure
For you, our country, our God, and our Corps
Sweat we did spill, and blood it did pour, as we chased away bad guys from your front door