IED

IED
Improvised
Explosive
Device
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers come back
Scarred by these devices
Some show their scars
Like the man who took my money at the hockey game
Making change with one hand and a stump on the other arm
Many more suffer the mental scars unseen
Anxiety, depression, dark memories, nightmares
Recovery comes in many forms
Making masks to show their true faces
The ones that hide in their minds
Climbing mountains is another way
Princess Diana fought against these bombs
Many millions still lie in wait in countries all over the world
Landmines from the Vietnam War and others
Improvised Explosive Devices
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
I was reading an article in my latest National Geographic about the soldiers making masks as a part of their therapy and recovery from injuries to their brains from the shock waves created by these IEDs.

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