I Have Been To The Wall | 
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| I have been to the Wall
and have touched the cold granite.
Bleak in its blackness
on the mall it does stand
as a reminder of men
who died in that far away land.
I have been to the Wall
and have seen the deep etchings,
row upon row, column by column,
endless were the names
of those young men long since forgotten.
I have been to the Wall
to seek out a friend
who, in the prime of his life,
answered the call,
his name now etched in granite
there on the Wall.
I know not his name
nor does he mine
fore we met but a moment
in that far away land,
two ships in the night
both answered the call,
but his name alone
is etched on the Wall.
Does anyone remember
that carefree young man
snatched from our midst
in that far away land?
Does anyone remember
who knelt by his side,
who fought back the tears
the day that he died?
Does anyone remember
the hands drenched in blood
that cradled his head
as his life ebbed away,
there in the mud
on the ground where he lay?
Does anyone remember
that carefree young man
snatched from our midst
in that far away land?
I do. | Larry Buege
Medic, 4th Infantry Div. 1967-68
Copyright 2003
http://www.larrybuege.com/Wall.html
Listed 07/14/2005 |
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