Them
Give me a pen and paper and this is what you'll get.
When they came home they were spat on and frowned upon.
People did not realize what went on there.
And they came home to this.
It was hell I am told by my dad.
My dad does not act as if though anything is wrong.
But I know he has memories.
Memories of friends lost and friends gained.
Yet they were rewarded with what?
Nothing but complaints.
It's not their fault.
It's not mine.
Blame the government
they were the ones who sent them to hell.
