Tony McNally

SEASONS GREETINGS

The soldier sat in the packed bar all alone
Drinking his whiskey
Laughter and youthful exuberance filled the room
But could not penetrate the armour of his heart
His back against the wall giving him security
With all round defence
They never noticed him
He liked it that way
He was only there in body
His mind in a war 20 years gone
The same brown eyes staring into the nothingness
‘Seasons greetings’ he smiled at the empty glass.

Author’s Note: The holidays are extra hard for veterans with PTSD