Written by: Eddie Luffman
They came from all across the land
to fight the war in Vietnam.
These special men of pride so true,
Military men, serving the Red, White and Blue.
Through the jungles and fields they fought,
many returned, some did not.
They didn't ask the how and why,
they went to fight and many died.
When coming home to the land they loved,
they were scorned and cursed, pushed and shoved.
They were met with anger for what they'd done,
called vile names, and spit upon.
They saw their flag, which held their dreams,
ripped and torn, even sewed on jeans.
They were very confused, these Military men,
serving a country, that turned it's back on them.
The fight continued, the war not gone,
not in Vietnam, but in Washington.
They fought for those who died, not to have been in vain,
but to be remembered, all fifty thousand names.
The fight was long, many years in all,
the reward came, in a black granite wall.
On the wall, there inscribed,
are the names of the Military men, that died.
Now once again outside our shore,
we hear the sound of our men at war.
They fight in air, sea and field.
An operation, code named, Desert Shield.
They fight to keep and preserve world peace,
in a battleground called the Middle East.
It's not for money, or the glory they fight,
it's for what they feel is just right.
If prayers are answered, and hopes come true,
your Military men, soon, will return to you.
There welcome home can be reward or pain,
will you spit on them, call them names?
Or will you pat their back and shake their hand,
show pride for them, show you understand.
Show them the reward they see so rare,
simply show them, that you care.
They fight for peace, and freedom of your land,
the Pride of America, the Military Man.
Please visit Eddies Page A Time To Remember
has links to more Veterans info.
My Personal thanks to Mr. Luffman for allowing
me to Honor his poems on my pages.
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