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Memorial Day Memories |
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Memorial Day and memories,
A time for somber
reflection...
So it would seem. But my unruly
Mind
wanders in its own direction.
When I look at my
brother's picture,
He in his graduation cap and gown,
Hanging all those years on the wall,
I'm not moved to a
mournful frown.
It isn't his death that comes to mind
When my eyes rest upon him there;
It's the joy he brought
in his short life,
The caring and the love he shared.
And Vietnam � it isn't just visions
Of pain, and of
death, and war;
It wasn't always Bombs and Blood
During my stay in old III Corps.
We perched up on the
sand bags,
Swapped lies and sang some songs,
And we
built a few warm memories
That still are holding strong.
I remember Liar's Dice one time,
And a wild trip into
Tay Ninh
To the Green Door in the wee hours,
And the
trouble we'd have been in
Had Top or the VC
intercepted us
As we made our tipsy flight
Down dark
roads on a crazy whim
In Top's �borrowed' jeep that
night.
My mind touches on friends I made
During
those happy years in Spain,
Though some have passed from
this
Life, their memories bring no pain.
Yes, I've
spent time in a place or two,
And I've met a lot of
folks.
In truth, I didn't like every one; it
Wasn't
all sunshine and jokes.
But it's the camaraderie I
recall, the
Card games, the harmony, the pranks.
I
mostly remember the pleasant times,
With gratitude, and
with thanks. |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2007
Listed
March 30, 2011 |
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