The Aftermath of War

To shed a little light into what I go through on a daily basis...this is a poem by Chris Woolnough called "The Aftermath of War".

We found a wounded veteran,
And held him in our hearts.
We've seen the bravest soldier,
Break down and fall apart.
Yet we love our heroes, 
Like no other has before. 
We're the wives of combat veterans, 
In the Aftermath of War.
We had to learn the hard way,
When coping with PTSD, 
That their war is never over, 
And freedom is never free.
We bandage up their broken hearts,
The best we can each day.
We see the scars upon their souls, 
That never go away. 
Knowing we can't heal the wounds,
That cut their very core.
We're just trudging through the trenches,
In the Aftermath of War.
We've seen them lose their faith in God,
And in the human race,
As they try to hide the anguish,
That's still written on their face.
We've witnessed all the symptoms,
That they're not willing to admit.
We've dodged the screaming bullets,
And been crawling in the #@@!.
We've felt the anger, guilt and blame,
Of these men that we adore.
As we stumble on the battlefield,
In the Aftermath of War.
Each day we share the horrors,
Of a pain they can't forget,
And we feel we lived through combat, 
Because we love a vet.
But we are all survivors,
And we're learning how to cope.
Hanging on with all our might,
Just holding onto hope.
And our soldier's heart will cry out,
That they couldn't love us more.
Because we're sitting in their foxhole,
In the Aftermath of War.