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By Jay B. Massey

VA Medical Center--West Palm Beach, FL

As my age approached my eighteenth year,

so young and carefree,

the things I said and did back then

didn't mean that much to me.

I remember high school days and the senior prom,

hadn't thought of Cambodia much less Vietnam.

I was young in a reckless way,

still wet behind the ears.

How could I know the ghosts unleashed

would follow me for years?

For years the water flows

beneath the endless bridge of time.

I am now plagued by morality;

was killing then a crime?

I guess we all are victims now,

as I'm sure that you can see,

'cause I was once a part of it.

Now it's a part of me.

Author's Note: Writing Aide and Typist: Kathy Romeo