The Soldier in My Heart
The Soldier in My Heart.
For many reasons
And all life’s seasons.
I write this now for you.
You are the soldier in my heart.
Many years ago the life you knew, was sadly ripped apart.
You proudly stood and served the country.
You lived and fought so others could be free.
You fought a battle that wasn’t yours
And then came home to many closed doors.
No one thanked you or mourned your pain
So many said you fought in vain.
The Soldier in my heart is a Vietnam Veteran. He volunteered to serve though he would not have had to. He proudly said “let me go, let me fight to defend the freedom of the people everywhere who do not have what I enjoy living in America.” He stood up to defend the rights of the people of the world, in a time and place when so many others where running off to hide from the government or burning draft cards and the American Flag on main street USA. He came home to the United States as an Honorably Discharged Disabled American Veteran only to find that the worst of his battles were just beginning.
The soldier in my heart is an honorable man.
He did his duty while others ran.
He fought to protect a way of life,
Free of oppression and free of strife.
He was ridiculed and called many names,
When He should have been honored , He was treated with shame.
The shameful way that the Vietnam veterans where treated when they came home is a disgrace to our country. He and many like him sought to do a good thing. They believed that everyone has the right to freedom and live to live their lives un-oppressed by their governments. They battled tyranny and injustice to build a better world.
The Soldier in my heart, came home on a stretcher. Injured for doing his job.
What should have been a hero’s welcome, was another angry mob.
The Country turned it’s back on him and left him to his own
They disgraced his honor, cheapened his pride, and cut him to the bone.
The pain he felt he had to hide,
he buried way deep down inside.
It was not the hurt from injuries he felt he had to hide,
The hurt of an outcast was his to bear, as his two worlds collide.
The Soldier in my heart came home in 1969 after having spent the last year of his service being bounced from one veterans hospital to another. For the first six months his family did not know where he was or even if he was alive. It was not until his father enlisted the aid of the American Red Cross that he was found and the news of his injuries was given to his parent.
The outrage from the American citizens over The Vietnam War was so strong and so horrendous that the political leaders of the time were forced to separate themselves from all things Vietnam to preserve any hope of continuing their political careers.
The main portion of The Vietnam Memorial Wall was completed in 1982, and honors the thousands of men and women who fought and died in Vietnam. Many years to late and way to little for all the men and women that survived.
The Soldier in my heart, is all that he can be.
He fought and nearly gave his life so others could be free.
A Soldier then and a Soldier now, his honor has not faded.
He stands a post in my heart even though his own is jaded.
He protects our love, and our life, for our family,
The Soldier in my heart means all the world to me.
For My Loving Husband
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