An American Airman
- Surviving Breast Cancer
- Mar 15, 2023
- 1 min read
Updated: Aug 12
By Michelle Laflamme
I raised my hand
And took an oath
With yesterday’s radiation burns
In a dress that no longer fits
I cried
My husband swore me in
Was it service?
Was it integrity?
Was it excellence?
It was hubris
Waiting for my mission
Which finally came
CCATT!!!
And having letters
After my name
They had no choice
It was what they needed
I silent scream
I am still smart
Yeah, now I am broken
Half a woman
On borrowed time
They didn’t want me
Gold to silver oak leaves
Meant nothing
I didn’t belong
My country let me down
I cried
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