"Season's Greetings!" The soldier sat in the packed bar all alone Drinking his whiskey Laughter and youthful exuberance filled the room But could not penetrate the armor of his heart His back against the wall giving him security With all round defence They never noticed him He liked it that way He was only there in body His mind in a war 30 years (can read 1, 5, 10 years) gone The same brown eyes staring into the nothingness "Season's greetings" he smiled at the empty glass. © Tony McNally. Site by PTSD Support Services, Woodland Park CO: | webmaster