[Blog] Poem of a WWII U.S. Veteran: ‘The VA Pharmacy’

Author: Emmy Lu Daly
Date: May 20, 2013

“Now serving #156 at Station #3.”
One by one, on and on.
Dumbed and numbed
Veterans all.

WWII, Korea, Vietnam,
distant wars now.
WWII- the “good” war
Korea- the “forgotten” war
Vietnam- the “wasted” war.

#156 slowly raises his head,
pushed his wheel chair,
his one leg plaid panted,
belly hanging loosely.

One more trip to Station #3.
What’ll it be this time?
A pill for his cholesterol?
Maybe something for is COPD,
Or his “a-fib.”
How about a stronger pill for his arthritis?

Whatever. He’s supposed to be grateful,
Lucky to get all this care and drugs.
So he takes the rx slip, smiles a little.
The young dispenser smiles back and says
“Thank you for your service.”
They all say that.

#156 pivots his chair and mumbles
“Oh son, I hope you never know.”

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