Written by: Eddie Luffman
The call rang out across the land
I was barely eighteen
No longer a boy, but not yet a man
I was somewhere in-between
They said I was needed by Uncle Sam
It was for Freedom I was to fight
In a strange and distance place, called Vietnam
It was my duty, an honor, a right
When I arrived "in country" I was considered
But a man you'd make of me
I'd learn to fight, learn to survive
And return home to my family
But things they never seem to go
The way we have them planned
So as I lay hurt, my friends lay dying
I fell into enemy hands
The years have come and gone
And still I am their guest
I remember hearing my brothers went home
God, I wish them all the best
I came here when my country called
It was for Freedom I was to fight
I was barely eighteen on that day
I turned forty-eight tonight
Each night I say a silent prayer
Hands clasped and on my knees
Hoping the country that I love so dear
Hasn't forgotten about me
Please visit Eddies page
has links to more Veterans info.
My personal thanks to Mr. Luffman and his daughter Aimee,
for allowing me to Honor there poems on my pages.
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