ONE MORE

They'd got another one last night.
He's given up the ghost,
He'd given up the fight
They found him early this morn.
The gaunt and haunted look upon his face
The rope lay wound around the small and twisted form.
No bullet holes or shrapnel wounds,
No blood, no snot, no gore,
Just another casualty
Of a long forgotten war.

©Copyright December 2001 by James McE. Love

Author’s Note: Several young men in their late twenties suffering PTSD, committed suicide prior to parades on the 11 November 2000. Theirs is an untold chapter in a forgotten war; a war within the mind.