It has now been what seems so long ago
But to the soldiers that fought 'The War'
It remains to seem as only yesterday
Vietnam ...
5 August 1965-7 May 1975
'The War' that was fought by our youth
Youngsters of yesterday's today
That still lives within the days nightmare
As middle aged adults
Young men and women
Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, years old
That had not yet experienced their lives ...
Willingly stood proudly to possibly
Give up what they had yet to find
Exposed to the worst possible conditions
To witness daily nightmares
That continue to play within the minds
Of those who only want to forget
The pictures that they see
With mail call so far in-between
And first isolation from family
Bringing strong images from home
They stood their solid ground
Did their duty ...
Paid and continue to pay their cost
For whom did they make the sacrifice
The answer is far more than clear
We as a Country should
Hang our heads in shame
For the lack of support
Our young Warriors were given
And so many years latter
Are given still
They fought stronger and braver
In the defense of our Country
Than any one of us could possibly
See ourselves doing
So young were the ones who
Held close their dieing Buddies
And heard their final prayers ...
Making promises of visits to families
If they themselves were to make it home
As we sat in our easy chairs
Watching the evening news
It was they that held center stage
In all that we were watching
As a warm meal awaited us
And sleep was to be found
Upon soft pillow and matress ...
They picked at a ration
Laid their heads upon hard ground
And prayed to see another morning sun
Visiting home within their deams
To awaken to yet another time of Hell
Sprayed from above the deadly agent
That still brings sleepless nights
And flash backs of yesterday
To men and women whose hair
Is now growing silver
Alone in a foreign world
They waged battle that was
No longer a child's game
Only to find that we raised
Our signs in protest
Too long to place in honor
'The Wall'
With engraved letters
Of Fifty-Eight Thousand
Whose names cannot be
Individually placed
Upon any one poets page
By their sheer number
There has been one poet that has tried
And will continue to try
To place all the names to be seen
Without pages upon pages upon pages
Of names to leave one name behind
For one American's labor of love
Given out of extreme pride and respect
For those that paid the ultimate sacrifice ...
... For one man
That continues to pay the cost
And writes his experiences upon a poet's page
I dedicate my words to you
And to every Warrior
That still today holds title
I salute you for your patriotism
And commend you for your honor
http://vietnamresearch.com/history/stats.html
Hostile deaths: 47,359
Non-hostile deaths: 10,797
Total: 58,156 (including men
formerly classified as MIA and
Mayaguez casualties).
Highest state death rate:
West Virginia--84.1.
(The national average death
rate for males in 1970
was 58.9 per 100,000).
WIA: 303,704 - 153,329
required hospitalization,
50,375 who did not.
Severely disabled: 75,000,
23,214 were classified 100% disabled.
5,283 lost limbs,
1,081 sustained multiple amputations.
Amputation or crippling wounds to the
lower extremities were 300% higher than
in WWII and 70% higher than in Korea.
Multiple amputations occurred at the
rate of 18.4% compared to 5.7% in WWII.
MIA: 2,338
POW: 766, of whom 114 died in captivity.
Draftees vs. volunteers:
25% (648,500) of total forces in country
were draftees.
(66% of U.S. armed forces members
were drafted during WWII)
Draftees accounted for 30.4% (17,725)
of combat deaths in Vietnam.
What a delight to get to read your words here again, dear friend. I've missed the tenderness and gentleness of your words. You always have such a beautiful way of bringing us what lies so deeply in your soul. I remember the Viet Nam era well, and I've been to the "Wall". I had no idea when I went there that it would affect me so emotionally. But when I looked at how small the names were, and how long the wall was, and realized all the ramifications, I totally lost it. Your poem brings all those feelings back. And....
A very sobering poem. One that comes close to home. I have seen the effects of 5 wars on close relatives. From ww2-Vietnam on uncles Desert storm on friends. Afgan and Iraqi war on my children.
I will always hold them in the highest respect.
A beautiful poem and tribute.
This poem I must say is a great dedication to the men and women that have fought, are fighting and will fight for the rights that we have. Whether or not the wars have or will ever be justified, we may never know. I was touched by the thoughtfulness of this poem though. Thank you for creating this :-)
I am so glad
That you have dropped in
To meet a new face
And experience a new heart
Come along with me as
Aspiring Angel speaks to
Me in whispers that brings
Her thoughts to live.. more..