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©Dennis Johnson

I walk this earth in search of ghosts.

Not the translucent vagaries of too much drink or imagination;
But haunting, none the less.

The ghosts are men who disappeared while serving our country;
The ones who didn't come home.

Granted, none of us came home the same person.
But most of us made it home alive.

I see the ghosts of those brave men not yet home.
Those who were lost to us.

Those who died.
Those who were captured.
Those who are still missing.
 I see them in many places, both expected and unexpected.

When a see Old Glory waving in the wind, I see them.
When I hear a certain song, a phrase, a name,
I see them.

When I sit at the Wall they gather 'round,
Seeking news of family, friends, things in the World.

When I walk the streets at night they walk with me.
I am never really alone.

Remembering the dreams I had back then, I mourn the loss of all the dreams they never had a chance to fulfill.

Remembering the songs we sang back then, I think of all the songs they've never heard.

Remembering my children as they were growing up, I wonder about all the children who grew up without their fathers.

There was a time when I hid from the ghosts of war.
Living in a void, trying to avoid.

Now I seek them out.

They are all around me.

Robbed of their future, they remind me of the past.

They want to be remembered and I will remember them, forever.


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