Boot camp blues, you could hardly wait to graduate, were in a war of nightmares so always present, death of buddies, you defended us, then came home to homelessness, you served, then you were served a meal at the shelter, Thanksgiving for the unthanked. You huddle for warmth, abandoned, when the chill gales blow, you didn't know the streets would be your address, and that many of those you defended would be, "offended," when you stand near them, or when they drive past you in their Lexus or BMW. Many Americans pray for their own families, who prays for you? standing in cold wet shoes, then, in summer you swelter, as the U.S. flags fly on the 4th of July, it hurts your soul, your heart, to feel so apart.