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Author Name: Freekjr4 3 Comments
Date Added: November 11, 2004 04:11:51 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Fifty Eight Thousand
Our soldiers were young and innocent
young men they primed to go.
Their highs went from having a girlfriend
to racing their prize GTO.
They were taught, trained, and brainwashed to kill,
with hatred and blood in their eyes.
They went from playing baseball
in the backyard with their friends-
to holding a friend in their lap as he dies.
The war with no reason would take 58,000 lives.
58,000 hearts-
of many families, friends, and wives.
Their families walked on eggshells
as they feared that dreadful knock.
Instead of hearing Im sorry...
theyd rather keep that front door locked.
58,000 soldiers - nurses and medics too...
instead of 58,000 casualties in a war, could be
the population of a city near you.
They all were proud AMERICANS
that this country now finally remembers.
Though to the politicians who started the war
the dead were not names only numbers.
For the appreciation of our soldiers
that fought and died in the Viet Nam war,
were finally saying we thank you
to the Army, Navy, Air Force, and MARINE CORPS.
Author's Notes:
I'm from a very very proud gung ho family of Marines as you can probably tell. I'm so sorry to repost this, I wish I had thought of this very special date coming up before I did or I would have waited. Semper Fi proud Marine Corps and God bless all our soldiers. I want them home NOW. (...thanks george) God help you all.
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Comment By: FreeSharon Jorcil James on November 24, 2004 10:47:53 AM Report
As the wife of a soldier I concur with you on everything you have said in this poem. It is my view that there can be no winners in a war. My question is "Why war?" But i guess that I'll never really get the answer I'm looking for. Another excellent poem Karen.

Sharon Jorcil-James
Comment By: FreeCynthia Jones on November 12, 2004 08:58:45 AM Report
Karen, this is such a fantastic write. In Ottawa, Canada, there is an unknown soldier that died in one of those wars and every year, people take their poppies off and lay them on the grave. That's what I call human kindness. This write is so sad. There's no need of people giving their lives for politicians that don't give a crap whether they live or die. Sorry for rambling. May all of them be blessed and be returned home safely. *S* Cynthia
Comment By: FreeGlata on November 11, 2004 05:17:03 AM Report
Very touching, Karen! I am so proud of our men and women that fight for our freedom...


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