But as they said "I don't recognize him"
I knew that I was gone, lost in a tide
That engulfed me. I could no longer swim.
I'm confident I rather would have died

Than face the horrors of my memory.
Gone were the good times from before the draft
Like when we visited Yosemite
And I could run and play as Loren laughed.

They were replaced by men, dead at my hand
And my dead comrades. Could I tell apart
These warriors, separated by land
When each of them had blood run from their heart?

The boundaries of day and night stopped there.
Waking or sleeping, life was a nightmare.