spreading corruption,
verdicts were already made.
Losing a husband,
going to a "damned war",
Slight reprieve was
made conflicted ,when post-
traumatic disorder snaps in.
Command his soldiers onto
a battle where chaos laughed,
retreating. Heading into a
lion’s camp, his oppressor
Skillful tacticians,
Bombs, goes off,
five bodies distroyed.
Limbs hanging loose,
worse than a horror movie,
we were already dying.
Days stand as disarray slipped in.
"A weapon is a serious thing"
Mind slips into yesterday.


)
) some different than my co-judges, but that gives you more ideas to work with should you want to revise. Oh - and don’t be afraid to add some details (imagery) “showing” post-traumatic stress disorder.
This poem has a good foundation. The longer I poured over it, the more I thoroughly enjoyed it. 
