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Witness The Wall
Viet Nam War Memorial The Wall
I talked with friends who had lost someone there
A loved one who perished in a distant land
Taken down, life ends ; a cold, blank stare
On shoreline, in forest, in barren sand
Young life, cut short, so much promise denied
A purpose unclear, though fervent and true
For an ideal, a belief, and hope, as you sighed,
For a perfect world, if it were up to you
In unfamiliar country, with foreign rule
Advancing in tall grass or searing sun
In an arena which hosts the worst of cruel
Where life is determined by the knife and the gun
Beside you, a new friend, a partner, a brother
Complete trust in each other; no doubt
His life in your hands, at the moment; no other
Your life in his hands; helping each other out.
"What was it that brought us here?
What is the reason we answered the call?
Once, long ago, it was so clear
Now, I'm not sure..not sure at all."
Days, weeks, months and years passed
As we stumbled through fight and fire
We thought, for sure, we'd make it...we'd last
We did not know how absolutely dire
Was the fate that waited, at the tunnel's end?
We did our best, we gave our all
But, sadly now, my brother, my friend..
I stand before your name..
Etched here, on "The Wall."