Vietnam War Memorial Wall

Poem By Luke Easter

The Harley-Davidson rumble comes to a close,
A lone rider as on horseback raises his nose,
He scans the wall for ex-brothers in arms,
A tear rolls on his cheek, why did he escape harm?

Way too many names and no one understands why,
Can anybody explain the reason they had to die? ,
An unpopular war at home and in South Vietnam,
The Vets still come together to do all that they can.

Scattered about North America and countries overseas,
Sickness, mental illness, amputated above & below the knees,
A cry for help, is anyone there to answer the call?
How many barely alive feel they’re actually on the wall?

We gave our lives, arms, legs, sanity and eyes,
Only to come home second guessed and criticized,
The President, Congress, those who never fought,
Cut most of the benefits yet with our blood we bought.

Already paid for, still they pass a law and take it away,
Heroes are now zeros, homeless in the streets they stay,
Lives worth no more than cold coffee in a paper cup,
Thank goodness those on the wall were already called up.

The shame, the hurt, the sorrow and the pain,
Let me rephrase the question, what was it we gained?
Hey, there they are, my old buddies from Gulf 2-3,
Smitty, Davis, Bradley, unable to pronounce we called him Z.

I remember the day Sanders got a Dear John letter and cried,
Lighting a cigarette in the dark, a sniper, one shot, he died,
Amazing, an incident so far away makes you loose your cool,
Back home and now here in Nam, broken is the golden rule.

What in the heck took this memorial so long to get built anyway?
How many times has Congress received an unwarranted raise in pay?
Looking at all the names, is kind of funny in a strange sort of way,
I know this sounds crazy but I really do miss those good old days.

The opportunity to meet a lot of people and make plenty of friends,
Call it a war or conflict, there was a sadness when it had to end,
We grew close in a time of need, almost like the next of kin,
Back home who could relate? Starting over we had to begin.

I wonder how it feels finding names of those you’ve never seen,
Relatives of whom upon their death the government gave a little green,
Sadly knowing they are never going to come back,
Better extend the wall now for those lives being lost in Iraq.

Oh! There are three sets of fathers and sons on the Wall,
39,996 were 22 or younger but they still answered the call,
While the largest age group,8,283 were just 19 years old,
And just one year younger at 18,33,103 were equally bold.

12 engraved names are only 17 and at age 16 you’ll count 5,
The youngest, PFC Dan Bullock was 15, who did not survive,
997 soldiers were killed on day one these are deadly facts,
This breakdown of ages, days, months, years, military stats.

1,448 soldiers perished on their last scheduled combat day,
31 sets of parents lost 2 sons & 31 brothers death gave way,
Some 54 attended Thomas Edison High in Philadelphia, Pa.,
That City of Brotherly Love was real patriotic you might say.

8 women nursing the wounded have their names listed too,
Death has no favorites war is not just a jungle it’s also a zoo,
Beallsville, Ohio with a population of 475 lost 6 of her sons.
Where are the stats on needless when all is said and done?

God told Joshua when became too old there is still lots more,
1,000’s of years later is this what today’s youth have in store?
Death, destruction, Afghanistan, just what the hell is it all for?
For everyone lost in battle another one walks in the front door.

“Wars and rumors of wars” for bible prophecy must be fulfilled,
Not only foreign land, San Diego, Jeremy Henwood was killed,
Hundreds have been gun downed after separation or on leave,
Home is not always safe at home do not be so easily deceived.

Anywhere you will find a society there is technology for war,
Advance weaponry & ammo or bows, arrows, spears galore,
Searching the world-wide-web for peace really think you can?
There’d be little room for people if the Wall wasn’t just for Nam.

A turn of the key, the starter is pushed, the Harley comes alive,
Slowly he rides away amid crying of parents, children and wives,
Soon some idiot will give the OK for the beginning of the final war,
And only then will broken hearts not have to shed tears any more.

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