“A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs,, A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, you're hurt exclaim.” StillsHurtHeardBloodRocksArmsHighestSpringAbuseLeapEcstasyMailCheeksWoundedSteelAnguishHuntersSpyCautiousDeerMirthBrakeHecticSmitten Book:The Works of Emily Dickinson Source: The Works of Emily Dickinson
“What wounded veteran's don't need is sympathy. THey need to be treated like the men they are: equals, heroes, and people who still have tremendous value for society.” PeopleMenNeedsStillsValuesHe ManHeroTreatedWoundedVeteranWounded Veterans Author:Chris Kyle