The Boys who Fought in Nam

Passed hand to hand,
the wishes,
the dreams, 
the hopes of 
an entire generation, 
and entire nation sent to war,
a score of 
old men
leading all our boys to die, 
while we watched in horror,
in pain, in grief,
the disbelief
that we had to lose so many of our boys,
their toys barely left behind,
their eyes
so young,
so bright,
so full of hope,
the fight
so long,
so sad,
the pain so bad,
the wounds so deep
until at last 
our young men sleep
in their maker's arms again,
their names carved
in stone, 
never to come home,
never to touch our tears again...
lest we forget,
lest we grow old,
our hearts must never be so cold,
we must not run and hide,
we must remember them,
the boys who
died...
let it not be in vain,
let us not forget, the pain,
the cries,
the agonies,
the braveries,
the heroes, 
and the smiles,
the time that was
so long ago,
across so many miles
in a land so bright
so green
caught in a place
just in between
hope and lies,
we must remember still, 
must promise that
we always will
touch their hearts
while still
we can,
remember, friends...
remember...
the boys who died, 
who lived,
who cried, 
the boys who fought
in Nam.

Author: Unknown
(Special Thanks to My Friend who passed
this on to me so I can share with others)

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