ONE VETERANThe following is an excerpt fromHERO'S GRAVEPsychologists think too much of their craft.Playing mind gods they vainly, clinically sort among the gore,Seeking to grow sanity in minds I know are destroyed.Teach a young man loyalty, honor, duty,You have a patriot.Teach him to kill You have a killer.One doesn't need fixing ... the other you can't fix.Like an accountant trying to balance books And finally decidina toa poem written by Larry Wiesenaierase the ledger.They play the songs of therapy till the tune wearsout.1200 milligrams of tho-razine Eight pills a day I am back in rhyme with all of mankind.Used to be, get my Sguac thru three days, killing with out being killed.Incoming... Rockets — Kenny blew by me like a rag doll.Yellow flare up... F-111 striking... everything burning.Corosman Funkhouser