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Vietnam

Forty years later, we talk of Vietnam,
Post traumatic stress, Agent Orange, and Napalm,
Are some of the problems we face today.
When are they going to find POWs/MIAs?

Heroes killed in action, some missing limbs,
We grieve for them all, pin a medal on them.
We fought the war our country told us to,
Then, came home and were played a fool.

Students demonstrating burning our flag,
We watched in silence, our friends in body bags.
No banners waving, parades or patriotic songs,
People were ashamed we fought the Viet Cong.

Tired of VA hospitals, tired of it all,
Dressed in my fatigues to visit the Wall.
Faceless memories a reality, fifty thousand names,
A shame, we lost a generation. Who is to blame?

If I had to do it over and fight Ho Chi Minh,
I’d volunteer and pack my gear.
I’m proud to be an American.
But, when will they honor us veterans?

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