By David B. Waldon, VAMC – Prescott, AZ
Today I saw grown men cry
As they looked a statue in the eye.
A flood of memories they have to hear.
We will never understand since we were not there.
They served this country like many before,
But we pit on them and slammed our doors.
So many died; I watched the news wild eyed.
I could not wait to fight by their side.
Fifty-thousand young men never came back,
So we built a wall that makes it fact.
The parade was great, the smiles, puppies, and people galore.
For an hour we forgot that we still at war.
Our freedom each day has been paid for with blood.
There’s a solider somewhere in the rain and the mud.
He never really knows if he will ever come home,
As he sits on a hill afraid and alone.
The one thing he has is his brother beside,
And together they fight for all of our lives.
So remember these men in your prayers every night,
They are standing guard so we can sleep tight.