VIETNAM: FOREVER A MEMORY
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By: Rose Marie Cook Whitman
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Meadville PA
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Soldiers of misfortune destined to haunt this land,
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With memories of a time that destroyed with the touch of a hand.
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Many nights spent in meaningless thought,
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of the priceless things in which they sought.
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Trapped in a place where time stood still,
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Searching for the patience, the courage, the will.
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For each moment was treasured to be their last,
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Hoping and praying the feeling would pass.
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So many days spent longing for home,
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Their restless minds would forever roam.
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As the roar like thunder filled their hearts,
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The reality of the horror tore them apart.
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The guilt they carried for trying to survive,
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Their wandering souls would never revive.
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Try to understand these men who fought,
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Their piece of mind would always be sought.
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In the memories of the men who fought in this war,
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There are days in their minds they would choose to ignore.
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Their words and their actions they tried to defend,
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The hundreds of reasons why they fought to the end.
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Our God is a witness at the time of this war
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So the souls of these men are destined to soar.
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