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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dear Sir/Ma'am
[time] => 2006-10-27 09:17:54
[hometext] => Something in me started this. Now here it is.
[bodytext] => The following received an Honorable Mention in the “ Honoring Our Veterans” Contest on Veterans Group at the Writing.com Writers website. Dear Sir/Ma’am: I take it an honor for you to accept my letter. I would be honored to have you read the whole thing. I don’t have many people to talk to, so I write my thoughts down, and read them back, and then just file them away. At least I have released my emotions and feelings by just simply putting them on my computer if nothing else. I’ll let you get started now, as your time is probably valuable to you. Thank you for your time. First of all, I’d like to explain this letter. I am a disabled American Veteran, and am very proud to be one as I volunteered for the U.S. Army back in 1966. And I don’t regret that decision one bit. While in the military, I noticed a lot of those who got out were not being treated as well as I had hoped, and started to notice it even more when I was discharged (honorably, and medically). I have over the years noticed that our veterans, even today, do not get the treatment they deserve. I think my vision of treatment is mostly from the public in general, and some from the U.S. Government that we so proudly served back then, and now as well. These thoughts began to “haunt” me, and I was somehow “forced” to try and get rid of them. My way of doing that is by writing it down, rereading it, and then filing it away. I have been thinking since the 4th of July, 2006 of those same things coming back again. I wanted to express them, but found I had no one to whom I could express these thoughts. The first piece, second piece, and third piece, are all what I think of as “voices” of actions as they are what I noticed from veterans who served in Viet Nam (even though I never spoke to any of them, their actions said a lot to me). I said to myself “These may be the actions put into words about veterans from the Viet Nam era, but other veterans of other wars had to have had similar experiences, and war does not seem to have changed much except for the technological advances. So why not let everyone know that these must be the general aftereffects of war. Please understand that no one wants to have these aftereffects. They are all part of what comes with that package. And they are very powerful reactions and effects. I apologize for babbling on so. Maybe you should just read and judge for yourself. It would help me a lot to know that my words are there for others to read, and have the knowledge that someone else cares, too. Thank you for your time. The Vet The man of whom I'm about to speak, Is a man so cold, Yet mild and meek. He's a man Who knew What he Had to do To keep this Country safe for People like Me and you. This man In Nam, Dodged many A bomb. He watched People die. Many like You and I. They were mostly innocent, Or so you might think; Or would they stab you in the back And an eye never blink. Trust is something There was little of. It was mostly Faith That came from Above. Most of his tour Was a living Hell. And when he got home, His pride nearly fell. Here he was, Home.... And free. But himself he found He could never be. A Ranger's Wish We all have an instinct to live. And who knows, without the Ranger, We might be In real danger. Their Main goal Was to save a Buddy's soul. So they could All come home And never Feel alone. Rangers Are men Willing to do Whatever, and then, Justify as They need, Their "Dirty deed." What seems dirty To us, is A fight for Survival to them. At least That's the way They lived Every day. They come Home for affection But, instead, Find rejection From a Country They All love. Their feelings are.... They wish they were dead. All the while thinking.... "What a shame! How my buddies blood was shed." They feel Anger and Shame. And it's Themselves they blame. Because their country Turned its back away, But they still try to live From day to day. All these Things above Are what they get From a country they still love. M.I.A.'s Forever When our Boys came back, It seems to me, They caught a lot of flack. When they got home, They weren't themselves. And most people just shoved Them back on separate shelves. People didn't know Who these men were. Some used to be Like a cuddly ball of fur. But now, they were more Like a keg of nails. Many of them were Sickly and pale. They didn't Act the same; And no one took the time To ask "Who's to blame?" To most of these guys, They'd seen better days. Now they feel like The M. I. A.'s. They know They'll never be What their families Used to see. They know the True fact! They'll never be able To bring themselves back. Reality has This to say; They will always Be "M. I. A. 's." And last, but not least, our flag. Regardless of what day it is recognized. My interpretation of what the colors of our flag stand for: Representation Under The Flag As we all know, there are three colors to our great Representative of Freedom: The Blue represents the beauty of our great land, and at the same time, the hard hits and bruises we've taken to get where we are today. The White represents our being the "Good Guys" who try to help other nations when they are struggling for Democracy and self-representation. And last, but not least (by anyone's standards), the Red represents all of the many men and women who gave their life's blood to see to it that we are able to celebrate our Freedom. Why then, do some "people" want to desecrate that representation? Thank you for taking your time to read through this. wrdz [comments] => 3 [counter] => 240 [topic] => 55 [informant] => wrdz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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