An old soilder never forgets

“An old solider never forgets.”
…Or so they say,
But I have forgotten what it means to be free
To feel the wind at my back and the hot sweat
Trickling down my sun beaten face,
Waiting for the next battle.
I can still hear the screams ringing in my head
Of my fallen comrades before me.
The blood curdling cries never cease to stop
Even when I’m laying in my bed,many years later.
The way the ground trembled through my porcelain body
Like a record stuck on “Repeat,Repeat,Repeat…”
When some solider slid their finger around the pin of the grenade
And released it through the hazy air,
Landing in whatever direction some poor guy would be no more.
The only thing a solider never forgets
Is the weight of his gun.
My fingertips still know every centimeter of her hard,warm body.
That old M16,she was a beauty,the best  
I ever had.
I can still taste the gunpowder in my clammy old mouth.
My taste buds have yet to fail me in this day and age.
The smell of rotting flesh is still seeped into my epidermis.
Trust me,I’ve tried washing it out thousands of times before,
But it never,truly seems to go away
And death still rears its ugly head in every night
In my dreams.
It seems the sandman won’t let me forget either.
He and I have this strange,funny relationship.
Sometimes we even sit down and play a long,long
Game of Poker,which never seems to end.
Well that is until I wake up again,then we resume this infinite game.
Oh I still remember it clear as day,
Just sometimes my memory seems to fade.
I guess it’s with the coming of age.
Any true solider would remember these things.
Most of us just shat ourselves,but didn’t tell a soul
In fear that we might not be remember as brave.
We never forget.
 
 
(I know it has alot of kinks all and would really really appriacte it if you guys could help me get those out of there.This was inspired by Across the Universe by the way,don't ask me how,but strange things happen when I watch that movie lol)