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Array ( [sid] => 1484 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Reflections at the Wall (1989) [time] => 2002-07-31 06:47:39 [hometext] => My thoughts upon standing before the Vietnam War Memorial
for the first time( I was a very idealistic high
school senior at the time), and finding a
cousin's name among all the other names. It
was simply overwhelming.

Jim


[bodytext] => The war ended fourteen years ago
Though earlier for most of you
Yet for some, it still exists,
for how long we may never know.
But forget you is one thing we shall never do

Winter, Spring, Fall, and Summer, season after season
you fought and died, both in the light of day and dark of night
Even now, some say you died without reason,
though you gave your lives for what you believed was right.

My father knew some of you, even saw you die.
he was one of the lucky ones, who did return,
I think in the horror, he forgot how to cry,
But I know that for you others still yearn

You were to a foreign nation sent,
while others to Canada did flee
Knowing you could die, still to Vietnam you went
Giving your lives so that others might be free

You may be gone, but forgotten? Never
Each line upon that black, stone wall bears a name
So that each of you brave souls may live forever
True American heroes, now rest in fame
As America remembers her brave men
58,132 names on the Wall, every line every piece
Who fought and died, in a war you could not win
I only hope that each of you may now rest in peace.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 306 [topic] => 28 [informant] => Jim_Cundiff [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Patriotic )
Reflections at the Wall (1989)

Contributed by Jim_Cundiff on Wednesday, 31st July 2002 @ 06:47:39 AM in AEST
Topic: Patriotic



The war ended fourteen years ago
Though earlier for most of you
Yet for some, it still exists,
for how long we may never know.
But forget you is one thing we shall never do

Winter, Spring, Fall, and Summer, season after season
you fought and died, both in the light of day and dark of night
Even now, some say you died without reason,
though you gave your lives for what you believed was right.

My father knew some of you, even saw you die.
he was one of the lucky ones, who did return,
I think in the horror, he forgot how to cry,
But I know that for you others still yearn

You were to a foreign nation sent,
while others to Canada did flee
Knowing you could die, still to Vietnam you went
Giving your lives so that others might be free

You may be gone, but forgotten? Never
Each line upon that black, stone wall bears a name
So that each of you brave souls may live forever
True American heroes, now rest in fame
As America remembers her brave men
58,132 names on the Wall, every line every piece
Who fought and died, in a war you could not win
I only hope that each of you may now rest in peace.




Copyright © Jim_Cundiff ... [ 2002-07-31 06:47:39]
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Re: Reflections at the Wall (1989) (User Rating: 1 )
by Brooke on Wednesday, 31st July 2002 @ 09:52:31 AM AEST
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This is a very powerful poem. I too have been to the Vietnam Memorial and found my fathers name. This poem brought tears to my eyes. It was truely wonderful!

Brooke


Re: Reflections at the Wall (1989) (User Rating: 1 )
by ginsdance on Wednesday, 31st July 2002 @ 03:32:07 PM AEST
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My grandfather was one of the few that made it back from Vietnam. Injured, but alive. A lot of his friends, the people he served with, every single member of his group but him and two others are on that wall. He still doesn't talk about it. Everyone on that wall is a hero... thank-you for sharing this.




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