John Buckley fought for our country, experiencing his first combat at age 18, 40 days after he watched the planes slam into the World Trade Center. John was a member of the U.S. Army’s elite 3rd Ranger Battalion and served from August 2000 through December 2005, earning combat citations and a Purple Heart in deployments in Iraq and Afghanistan. There he suffered Traumatic Brain Injuries (TBI) and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
In 2009, John’s nightmare as a victim of Kentucky Justice began and now he sits in prison for a crime he didn’t commit because of a prosecution strategy that used his military training against him, leaving him with a sentence of 39 years. One way that John deals with his day to day life in prison is to share his thoughts and observations through music.
To find out more about John’s story, and how 2 minutes of your time could help free an innocent man, please go to www.justiceforjohnbuckley.com – John and his family need your help shining light on his case.
I thought that the world would end when my tours were done
But when I got home, treated like a monster by everyone
My own people stared at me like I had 3 eyes
I’m just a relic to be locked away,. An alien to despise.
Cause I’m a Prisoner Of War
This aint no metaphor
It’ll never be like before
Cause I’m a Prisoner of War.
Guilty of the worst kind of crime–serving my country during war time
Supposed amongst you I no longer have a place
Cause when I came home you wouldn’t even look me in my face
Put me in chains
Spit on my flag and uniform
Used to dream of home.
T’was the calm before the storm
There’s a war against the heroes that fought to protect this land.
What happened to the dream? I am just an empty man
Didn’t take long for them to find an excuse.
Don’t gotta have proof, just need to accuse
Lock your heroes in a solitary cell.
Outta sight. Outta mind. Can’t even hear my yell.
words and lyrics by John Calvin Buckley