"This is what it's like," said the recruiter, showing me the screenshot of a first-person shooter. "This is what it's like," said the CO, as we stood drenched in sweat from head to toe. "This is what it's like," said the EOD, defusing a mine that would have taken his knee. "This is what it's like," said the veteran, as our unit rotated out for some rest again. "This is what it's like," says the evening news, reminding me of things that I made myself do. "This is what it's like," says my former spouse, with one last spiteful glance towards my house. "This is what it's like," says the therapist, and puts me in pain that I didn't know could exist. "This is what it's like," say people like myself, who can't know their pain and don't think to help.
Thanks so much! I appreciate your prompt for inspiring the poem. I've updated the original comment and moved the disclaimer down to a subcomment. It's been a long time since I wrote something I felt was good enough to share with others, so this was a treat.
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As per lil's suggestion, I removed the insecure disclaimer from the beginning of the poem, but I didn't want to let go of it entirely. So here it is: Big downer alert, and also shoddy penmanship/cheesy writing here. Heavy-handed to the point of being Anvilicious as well so I apologize for that, since I hate when other people do that with their stuff. I'll also spoil the twist ending by saying that I really don't know what it's like to be a soldier, since I'm not in the military and only have the personal anecdotes I've been told by others. So here goes nothing.