A poem I found
I thought you guys would really enjoy this, it spoke to me so much
THE BOYS WHO FOUGHT IN NAM
Passed hand to hand,
the wishes,
the dreams,
The hopes
of an entire generation,
an entire nation
sent to war,
a score
of old men
leading all our boys
to die,
while we watched
in horror,
in pain,
in grief,
the disbelief
that we had to lose
so many of our boys,
their toys
barely left behind,
their eyes
so young,
so bright,
so full of hope,
the fight
so long,
so sad,
the pain
so bad,
the wounds
so deep
until at last
our young men sleep
in their maker's arms again,
their names carved
in stone,
never to come home,
never to touch our tears
again. . . .
lest we forget,
lest we grow old,
our hearts must never
be so cold,
we must not run and hide,
we must remember them,
the boys who
died. . .
let it not be in vain,
let us not forget
the pain,
the cries,
the agonies,
the braveries,
the heroes,
and the smiles,
the time that was
so long ago,
across so many miles
in a land so bright
so green
caught in a place
just in between
hope and lies,
we must remember still,
must promise that
we always will
touch their hearts
while still
we can,
remember, friends. . . .
remember. . . .
the boys who died,
who lived,
who cried,
the boys
who fought
in Nam.