Homeless
Vets
Stories From the Streets
by Staff Sergeant
My brother died last night as I sat by his side holding
him in my arms.
He got worse and worse each day as he fought every
second.
Down by the river you see, we had no place to call
home.
Finally his body gave up and now he has gone from
here.
We came back from war and we both had lost everything we owned.
To a better place, no more suffering, no more pain.
I yelled out for help for anyone to come to his aid before he passed.
No one would stop, no one would heed my call for
help.
Told to be quiet or be run in for vagrancy, I refused to
be silenced.
I had no way to give him a decent burial, when he was
laid to rest.
His remains sunk deep in a field somewhere.
His final peace now covered by flowers and grass.
God bless that soldier who died in my arms.
To all my brothers/sisters out there, you are never forHe was 26 still so young, no family to turn to other than gotten.
me.
-SSgt
No hospital wouldn't take him and turned away by the
VA.
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