Looking back at it now it all seems to clear,
The absolute botching that was the entire occupation
And the lack of American understanding that
Drove us all to fight the enemy unseen, at a disadvantage.
And regardless we took this obligation freely –
We kissed our homeland goodbye and went for
Foreign soil at the bidding of our masters
To fight the good fight; to keep the faith.
To stay the course.
And as we experienced the pain, and slowly
Understood the situation we opined and reported
What was needed to calm the tension, but were ignored.
Not statesmen we were told, no Harvard education
We’ve no right to politicking we’re just the hired help –
Bore the emblem of our country on the right shoulder
Displayed proudly, yet learning from doing and seeing
The grounded truth. That in this way, we would not win.
And time, it passed us by
And if we survived the tour we were thankful,
As quasi “honor with peace” was handed down
And the last Stryker crossed the border –
End of the occupation; Democracy…
Waiting in the wings
And we transitioned, some more than others
Struggled to find a higher calling,
Most of us floundered in the masses – hoping
We would find an answer.
Patiently respecting the system that sent us
Forth from our homeland.
Naïve. Expecting more…
And ISIS arose and surprised us
From nowhere they were waiting
To grasp the country for the taking –
Al Sadr we thought might claim it,
But the Levant – it was ideologs.
Sickened, beyond reason.
And as society forgets it, and the
Iraqis give up the battle
We are left at home and wondering
What purpose was it all?
To what end? For what means?
And time, she does teach us
That we should’ve known much better
But political agenda needed a quick win
At that – and so we struggled. And retreated.
Not taking away from our men’s heroics.
But sold out by the system; Soul doubt all that remains…