PTSD

I hate the fourth of July

Don't get me wrong

I love what it stands for

I hate the fireworks

I hate the bonfires

When you have

Seen whole cities Burnt to the ground

Completely wiped out

When you have

Seen your friends and comrads

Shot downs

Killed

Destroyed

When you have

Crawled through trenchs

With gunfire and bombs

going off overhead

When you have seen

Your fellow soilders

Cut in half by mechine guns

Or

Blown to peices by land mines

It does something to you

It messes with your emotions