Home, sweet home.

Feet firmly planted on American soil.

This may have been your bravest step of all.

With each move on California soil,

Spit is flung from the mouths of cowards.

You can support the troops without supporting the war.

This idea is generations away.

Moving through the crowd dressed in all white,

You stood tall like a giant.

Obscenities rained down on your home soil.

You were taught to be better.

You plowed ahead as if moving through the fields of your youth.

Many versions of war await you.

For now, you’re happy to be home.

Deliverance comes in many forms.

Be good to each other,

Nathan 

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