{"id":24313,"date":"2016-08-13T20:01:26","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:01:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=24313"},"modified":"2016-08-13T20:01:26","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:01:26","slug":"once-a-soldier-hour-eleven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/once-a-soldier-hour-eleven\/","title":{"rendered":"Once a Soldier (Hour Eleven)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">I was once a soldier,<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">Disciplined and honorable.<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">But nothing prepared anyone for Viet Nam.<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">Now I stand all night, all day<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">On Massachusetts Avenue<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">Growling and hissing unintelligibly <\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">At college students who think of me<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">As a frightening curiosity<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">As they make their way to coffee shops<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">And Urban Outfitters.<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">They cross the street to avoid me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">And I am trapped behind these eyes,<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">Seeing through the lenses of a cracked and twisted mind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">I am a used up resource for the War Machine,<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"font-size: medium\">And the strangest thing these eighteen-year-olds have ever seen.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was once a soldier, Disciplined and honorable. But nothing prepared anyone for Viet Nam. Now I stand all night, all day On Massachusetts Avenue Growling and hissing unintelligibly At college students who think of me As a frightening curiosity As they make their way&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":45,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-24313","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24313","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/45"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24313"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24313\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24322,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24313\/revisions\/24322"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24313"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24313"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24313"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}