A poem by Veteran Rob Caudill

Take the time to think of the last day you lost 22 things in 24 hours?
What would you do if you lost your keys 22 times each day?
Every morning would be filled with stress knowing you will lose your keys.
Nothing else would matter until you found your keys to continue your day.
Time would not stop and only seem to speed up knowing you will lose them again.
You finally find the keys only to feel relief while you walk out the door.
Tomorrow brings the same fate to so many patiently waiting their turn.
While the sun sets many initiated their eternal slumber others prepare for their journey.
Overtime the number will be less but until then why do we accept that this is our best?
22 Veterans are lost each day leaving doors to our future as a nation closed forever.