I’m Proud of my Brother
Let
them be a soldier, marine, sailor or airman; I salute them all.
We
all had one thing in common, we answered the call.
From
the cities, towns and small farms we did leave;
To
fight for our country and in things we believe.
We
made many a friend and watched many die;
We
learned to care, we learned to cry.
Heroes
are more than those with the Purple Heart;
Heroes
are those that did their part.
God
and Country and the girl next door;
All good reasons to go off to war.
Mine
was simple, at least to me;
To keep
War
isn’t kind nor is it fair,
Neither
is life confined to a chair.
No
bands or parades welcomed us home,
No
wound hurts more than left feeling alone.
His
missing leg makes him stick out in a crowd,
When
the flag passes by, no one is more proud.
From
the mountains to the paddy dykes we did our job well;
When we served our time, our time in Hell.
Michael D. Monfrooe
Written at
1982