Memorial Day poetry.. I was only 19…
I was just nineteen….
15,000 day ago, he was a soldier.
He learn the soldier’s minute, fight or die?
kill or run?
Young man thought he was saving his world,
he came home, was called a baby-killer at the airport, returning home.
He tried to hide his ugly face, he show fake face to his world,
rarely showing real face. No-one want to listen to a crazed man.
The old man told me, I am alone.
I don’t like no-one and I receive 100% disability from the Army.
He told me, I lost my youth to Vietnam, lost dear wife to bad dreams and anger outburst.
I lost my buddies in the Asia dirt.
I tried to talk to him and he looked at me and he whispered to me. Too late to talk about it, too
late to thank me for my service. I became what I am. No-one want to befriend a bastard, left behind
and forgotten.
I left him be. I understand his story. My father waited forty years to receive a ribbon for the Korea war. He did appreciate. Today the Vietnam vets are showing their colors, maybe the “Thank you” is too late to have any meaning.
Dancing Coyote
so moving. here’s to each and every one of those who sacrificed.
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