At The Airport

Weeks ago, at Kandahar, tracers wanted his life
He was scared but armed, stood his ground to fight
Earned commendations and a Purple Heart

He is back, CONUS, with his favorite girl
On their way to vacation at a big airport

The man who fought through such steep odds
Is meekly in line, with his shoes taken off
His girl's getting frisked, he's waiting his turn

He is back CONUS, he looks right in the eyes
Of the enemy agents and his hackles rise

They disarm everyone who would chose air travel
They feel up the women, men they threaten with jail
They are thugs drunk with power on an animal level

He is in CONUS, in the land of the free
But he's having flashbacks and his dignity bleeds

That Marine watched his girl get felt up by the goons
Wishing he had a rifle and his whole platoon
Thinking "Wait, soldier, wait, not now but soon!"

Oleg Volk