Husbands, wives, mothers, sisters, and the rest.
Alive they were before the war,
Now only their memories remain.
Kilometers just north of Saigon,
Silence abruptly arrived to their young lives.
Giving all they had to give,
In a moment's notice they ceased to exist.
Victory, honor and respect now remains,
In solitude so many of us will tomorrow be.
No more hugs and kisses,
Gone forever our Sisters and Brothers rest.
Did they have to go so soon?
Answers we will never have.
Yesterday is now our past, and for them an eternal unknown.
Respectfully,
Frank Zamora
Reflections of
"The Wall"
Kneeling down facing "The Wall,"
tears rolling down their cheeks.
Bring them flowers, bring them love,
bring them back we can only wish so.
Remember our fallen comrades now
on the granite wall.
Touch "The Wall" and listen to their final
expressions...Medic, I'm hurt, I'm loosing my blood,
I got hit, please help me.
We've traveled many miles, and years.
Part of their lives were left unfulfilled,
fathers never to be.
No more warm nights for them ever.
Only frigid ones on "The Wall."
So many hands touching "The Wall,"
so many feelings displayed for them all.
"The Wall" feels so cold to our touch.
Granite wall so dark and cold,
and yet holding so many warm hearts.
All colors, creeds and genders united we stand.
Nearly 60,000 names of fallen soldiers rest.
Fallen names still waiting at "The Wall."
The dark and rectangular bricks on the
floor are once again covered with tears.
Honoring our Heroes.
"A soldier isn't dead until he is forgotten."
We'll observe their absence eternally,
and I shall pay my respects with
my everlasting silence.
Respectfully,
Frank Zamora
May 2001
