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All those dreams that he had
As a child
Snug
Under covers
At night,
His tattered teddy
In arms.
His dreams
Parsed out
Into slivers
When
Under stars
At war,
His battered rifle
The only thing
He could
Hug.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
Heartbreaking and well done.
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Thank you! The realities of PTSD in military personnel (and others) are very real to me in people dear to me. And in the world over. XO
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Yes it is. And not just in military personnel…
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Absolutely not just military personnel … It was just an example. Thanks for pointing that out! XOXO
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Na’ama Y’karah,
Stunning piece that goes straight for the jugular on so many levels.
Shabbat Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle! I think … And, if it speaks of the realities too many are facing, in all kinds of battlefields, perhaps they can know they are being seen … and perhaps one day we will evolved beyond violence and fighting and weapons of war, into better dreams. XOXO and Shabbat Shalom to you, too! Na’ama
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So tragic and well expressed.
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Thank you, Lakshmi. There is far too much of that in the world, and I hope soon there will be less and less of war and more of peace and calm and life with dreams that aren’t splintered.
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