I Flew to War on Pan Am

By Stephen Langston

I came back alive when so many did not. My life forever changed. Not the same man that went to war. My own mother said, "What happened to my son?" War took a nice boy and turned him into a ghost of who he was and a lost soul forever because politicians care not for anyone but themselves.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781098057176

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Chopper Madness

There comes a time in everyone’s life where a certain sound disturbs the soul.

No matter that this sound can save all who stray upon the ground. Rescue comes to mind, escape seems far behind.

As you lie in a sea of grass, chopper madness maybe will save your ass.

Flying low, coming for you is all you really want to know.

A most unusual sound nowhere else to be found.

A sound to love a sound to dread someone is always dead.

It brings you out, it takes you in, sometimes leaving you to just shout. This is chopper madness, and it sure can leave you with a dreadful sadness.

Pray for them to arrive, run, and dive.

How to explain never wanting to hear the sound of salvation ever again.

A momentary rest for the weary eyes of the soul, which gives comfort to the gnawing hunger that lives deep within us all, allowing us to forgive ourselves for the sins of arrogance that we so easily propose.

—By Stephen Lewis Langston, a living casualty of war.

For Adam and Rae, my pride and joys, and for Rita and Barb who never really knew what I care about.

Who Could Have Known?

Who could have known about the feeling at home?

Who could tell that home was another kind of hell?

Who could know that your fate would be sealed, unable to relate?

You left the inferno only to wind up more alone than ever.

You cannot understand what has happened to your land.

No one to help, no one to see, only those who point a finger at you and me.

Lost is your pride, lost is your idea of life, lost is the meaning you once thought to be right.

Friends and people who are dear have no idea.

For now and forever they are no longer near.

Each day a struggle, each week a penance, each month some flashback, each year its less and less clear.

Every American is touched, every soul was stole, we are pushed to the hilt with much earned guilt.

Never shall we heal, only hope that we have learned never to let it be someone else’s turn.

It’s time to forgive, it’s time to be forgiven, it’s time to be shown, it’s time to come home.

Tell a Mother

Call out the children all in a row, we need to gather the troops for its off to war we go.

Tell the mothers its okay to give up their sons today.

The ones who know best shall lead the rest.

Tell all the mothers it’s okay to give up their sons today.

We have got to defend, so mothers, it’s on you that we depend.

Adults have the right to call children to fight after all its their plight.

Do not cry, oh mothers, do not try, for it takes war to keep us from being poor.

So tell all the mothers it’s okay to give up their sons today.

You carried them not for you but for those who needed you to.

Stop your whining, love is not enough, duty makes one tough.

Never forget, have no regret you will have done your part.

But it’s only a start.

Tell all the mothers it’s okay to give up their sons today, for its on you that we depend.

Alone