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He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Joe has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?
The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a Soldier
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end.
He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.
For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
Pass On The Patriotism! YOU can make a difference.
If you are proud of our Vets, then send this to them. You'll be glad you did.
Then send it to ALL your friends. Thank you and GOD bless

A Soldier's Pain

  The pain of a thousand
  Veterans in my ears,
  Paltalk brings me
  To tears----------

  Wanting to share
  Wanting to care

  As if tears can wash
  Away the ravages of war

  Gone to serve
  Gone to say an oath.
  To serve God and Country.

  Not wanting to die
  But suffering worse-
  To live, when close
  Friends died instead.

  Bitter feelings of
  Coming home.
  Of why me not him?
  Then the country
  Turning Treason on Vets
  Who served proudly.


  Anger with our
  Country and our people
  Who forced us
  To go to war.
  Who drafted us
  Into service, then rejected us
  For serving!


  What did we do wrong?
  Serve proudly?
  Yes we did!!

  Fight bravely?
  Yes we did!!
  We are the proud.
  We are the ones.

  Our country has broken us
  Even when the enemy
  Could not.
  We were defeated, not by Vietnam
  But by the USA.

  We were defeated
  By our own family,
  Friends,loved ones

  And all those who
  Did not support us
  Like Hanoi Jane Fonda!

  You broke our hearts
  And our minds.
  Our bodies
  And our spirits---
  More than the bullets
  Killed us on the battlefield.
  Your words and actions
  Killed us
  When we returned to you.

  You spat on us!!

  You rejected us!!

  Then accepted with honor
  Those who ran to Canada
  To avoid duty.

  You took our honor
  And gave it to traitors!!
  Gave us shame!!

  Through our depression
  A strange thing happened.

  We awoke---
  This sleepy thing
  Called Veterans

  And we united.
  All Branches of service
  Together as one.

  As an armed forces combined.
  To give comfort
  And caring and sharing.

  We will overcome!
  We will be proud!
  We will hold our heads high!

  Through our shame we have arisen!
  As a force of one army
  We shall change
  We shall change

  We shall defeat all those
  Who tried to shame us.

  We stand proud
  And say this to our Country----

  You have stained the flag
  With the blood of our fallen Brothers and Sisters!
  You have made Veterans take their own lives
  After they returned home!

  Their blood is on your hands now.

  Because when you shame us----
  You also shame yourselves Because,
  my friends-
  We are you!!

  We are your Sons and Daughters
  Your Grandsons and Granddaughters
  We are your Aunts and your Uncles
  We are your Cousins
  We are your Brothers and Sisters
  We are your Loved Ones.

  We are in essence

  Now who has the shame?
  Now who has the pain?
  Not us!
  We finally hold our heads high
  And say proudly to you---

  Yes we are Vietnam Veterans!!!

  We are the ones
  Who fought the fight!
  We never ran
  We never crawled away----
  Even though, by God,
  sometimes we wanted to
  We tasted fear---
  As all soldiers do
  We overcame our enemies over there
  And now

  We will overcome You.

  Perhaps if only one thing happens
  From this event
  And then we will be proud of America.

  May America never again be ashamed
  Of her Vets who proudly
  Served and Died.

  But more importantly----
  May the Vets who proudly
  Served and Died
  For their Country

  Rich Young - Aka Guncarver on Paltalk
  Vietnam Veteran ----- Proudly Served USN 1967-68 TET Clarkston, Wa.

  but most of all

  WELCOME HOME !!!!!!!!

  this poem may be freely shared but never for profit except by me.

Rich Young

Families could not understand why they were not the same.
Some wouldn't even listen, when he would try to explain.
No Welcome Home parades, for the town's people turned away.
For him there was not to be a real Homecoming Day.

They went in all directions, and coped the best they could.
Carrying more guilt and shame than any Veteran should.
They built walls and bunkers inside so they could be touched no more.
And each night they dreamed and cried and fought a raging war.

For thirty some odd years have passed and wonder where they are?
Some are walking the homeless streets, some in VA mental wards.
Many have died from illness contracted in the Nam.
Some just quit fighting, some picked up a gun.

But by the Grace of God, some found the courage to step out.
"I am a Vietnam Veteran, I got the right to be proud"
Turn away if you must or listen if you will.
I've bore all you threw at me and I am standing still.

Although my steps are weary and my soul is oh so sore,
You can take your blame and guilt, I won't carry it no more.
I'll reach out to my brothers that are still standing all alone
And by God you can't stop us.. One by One We're Coming home.
Dedicated to Jimmie,  Dave and John .. "Welcome Home"
by  Lois Adams

"What this Mural Holds"
Color doesn't matter here
and courage is something that they
all have shared
For upon this mural, are memories
to embrace
and it breaks my heart to have to add
yet, another face
who will sing for them now, who will
be their voice
Mothers, Fathers, and their children
a delegated choice
It will be a song of victory, and
proudly they will speak
smiles will be upon their faces, as
the eyes may weep
This mural may not ever be completed
each day a new one comes
But, in heaven these soldiers, are
rejoicing for their good works are done
Brenda Hill - 4/2005

The movies give us heroes and very life like gore but they can’t portray

the deep gut horror that actually is war.


TV news shows war’s children, all hollow eyed and bones, but it

doesn’t show the soldier’s terror of night watches stood alone.


The women, booze, and bravado in films that makes war seem like fun

can’t make the jungle friendly when your best friend is a gun.


But if I had it to do over without question I would go, even if I knew

then what now I’ve come to know.


That from the trenches to the ovens from Seoul down to Saigon , only

who gets hurt is different but the hurting still goes on.


I cherish my country’s freedom and to preserve it I would fight but

that doesn’t mean that I like war and it doesn’t make war right.

submitted by Glenn - 3/2005

A trooper from Minnesota writes:
Outside the city, shivering with dread,
We're Falluja bound.
Can hear the explosions when I raise my head. . . .
Foreign soldiers, invaders from another land;
When I look through the hatred in their eyes,
I almost understand.
R.P.G.'s, mortars, and friends dead on the road.
My youth is gone,
Crushed from sensory overload.
Assaulted yesterday up an Iraqi street.
R.P.G. explosion, a scream,
Seared my face with the heat.
Dragged him through the blood-streaked dust and dirt,
His screams in my ears,
His blood type tagged to his shirt.
Covered with blood, he cried, Don't leave me alone.
Died in my arms;
Now I just want to go home.
Officers yelling, Get out of your holes!
We're Falluja bound;
Please pray for our souls.

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