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Under the Crisp Uniform (Updated)

Medals and ribbons adorn my chest like old steamer trunk stickers    
showing where and when I deployed around this vast troubled globe    
   
Baby blue eyes sparkle from a face weathered by age and duty    
still able to run a quick three miles each day before breakfast    
   
A gray and worn patriot doing all he was asked for beloved country    
twice to war, strolling between the landmines, truly risking it all    
   
Sadly the bloodiest battles raged inside, fought with silencers    
triumphing over nicotine, alcohol, bipolar, and even suicide    
   
This broken warrior poet, a truly flawed Renaissance Man    
blessed to know redemption and to survive deepest betrayal    
   
While I've faced death, great failure, and my own darkest nature    
my greatest fear remains, ultimately becoming a tired old cliché    
   
Still, looking back at it all, I have no real regrets to reveal    
having truly lived my life and not been just a mere spectator    
   
As the sun now sets on three decades of salutes and sacrifice    
I tearfully close this war torn chapter and begin to pen the next    
   
(Entered in the contest "Bragger's Ball")
Written by LeColonel
Published | Edited 24th Nov 2012
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