the war is done
my task is through;
and, Mom, there's something
I must ask of you.
I have a friend,O such a friend.
Dear Son we don't mind
Dear Mom and Dad,
Dear Son: don't afraid
Dear Mom and Dad:
Days later when the casket came.
Almighty God, whose will it is that we be leaders
of men, hear us as we come to you for guidance in this awesome responsibility.
Let us never forget our duty in the men whom lead.
"Say, buddy, can you lend a dime?' came words
so firm and clear
He carried a sign around his neck "Vietnam
stole life from me!
Where other wars won honors, and gained medals
for those who gave
And saying so he turned away, another soul
"Hey, buddy, Won't you have a dime, and here's
a dollar too
I wish you goodness as you go, your will to
one day gain
I'm sorry that I chose to judge, and that I
So friend, take a moment as you go. Don't
turn from distasteful life
Where all will love their fellowman, and none
hungry will there be
Old Jimmy Rodgers song
In America there's the Irish, Italians and
the Swede. There's Japanese and Mexicans, unique in the life they
lead. Then there's the Black Americans, the Polish and the Swiss.
Let's not forget the Indians, in the immigration dish. See the English
and the French (who fought a bitter war) Now their sons and daughters
unite, on this far and distant shore. The Jews survived a Holocaust.
The Germans fled their own land. Laotians and the Chinese, touched
upon our golden sand. The list, you see, is lengthy, for whom life
was 'bitter gall.' But I can sense their courage, as they left behind their
all. They faced so many trials, in an 'unknown future' plan.
They sought to overcome the past, in this freedom loving land. The
Black Americans once came, from far across the sea. The Indian Americans
were here, they say, before both you and me. Our 'melting pot' is
heavy, large enough to hold each man. It simmers, slowly cooking,
to blend the common man. But freedom is not freedom, if it seeks to mold
each one, so that they are identical, when all is said and done.
Though our land is overflowing, by those from here and there; there is
concern for those with less. Oh, can we cease to care? There's
Petowski from Missouri, Charlie Young from Tennessee, Walking Bear in Arizona,
and in California.....me. God Bless America, my friend, and do I
need say more? May it maintain its worthiness from sea to sandy shore
We propped him up and brushed the dirt away
from his swollen lips, A
"I've got to plant her high, sir, that's
my job you understand, Over
Will there ever be an end, sir, are we fighting
just in vain? We always
He didn't know he couldn't walk, he couldn't
move his feet, His eyes
With tears and sweat streaming down like
rivers of mud on our face, We
Well, we got her there and stood her up and
braced her good and tight,
Every time I see her waving, it's like
she is saying to me, "As long as
What is Christmas
without Daddy, it's lonely for me
I have a picture Mommy
gave me , of a soldier so proud
The lights upon the
tree this Christmas, twinkle ever so bright
Our Flag is a glorious ensign,
Now, with this liberty threatened,
Our Flag is far more than a bunting,
Written by Jessie Whiteside Finks
It is in a distant land... in a city far away..
There are times that are gone when the moment has passed on
There are broken-hearted mothers, loving sisters and brothers
As I sat tonight and watched the news, most of it has centered on the veterans of the Vietman War. I've often said that the question asked of the boys graduating today are.."What college are you going to?" or "Are you going on to school ?" I graduated in 1965, and in 1965, you didn't ask. We all knew where "our boys" were going. I've never talked to anyone before about how I felt growing up during the Vietnam War. I was one of the " girls back home" that was so very proud of our boys...Maybe the question will never be answered about there being a good reason for us to be in Vietnam...but there was never a question about our young men being there when their country needed them.
Those of us that waited at home will never know of the things our boys saw than changed them into the men that came home from Vietnam. What we do know about are all the prayers, the worry and the fear when we heard the names of cities in Vietnam on the news at night and we knew that someone we loved was in that city, or had mentioned it in his last letter. Oh, how we prayed for those letters.
I've never had the chance to say how proud I am of you before, so I'm saying it now.
I'm proud of you, guys !!!!!!!!! God bless you for being the men you are.................
You are my love...you're going far away
The whistles blowing, it sounds so sad and blue
This was to be our wedding day
Oh, I'm so lonesome, sad and blue
When the trees began to bud
No room for me...my love is gone
Oh--this is war blues, crying blues
When you were shipped across the sea
Oh--this is war blues, crying blues
Hero of the Troop
When the sun appears and the morning comes
I once got a call from a chaplin
You were the leader of your troop
The ground that you were walking on
The day you left for Vietnam
So many years have come and gone
here to search for a missing buddy!
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