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					| Down through all the mourning years Fortunately, I 
					have come to find,
 Untouched by echoes of recurring fears
 This special corner in my mind
 
 Where demons do not 
					come to play
 And plague my nights or fret my days
 With 
					memories of that bygone fray.
 One day, I heard a quiet 
					voice say:
 
 "In this place gloom may not exist;
 This is for those who did not die.
 There's no need to sit 
					and list
 Comrades for whom we have to cry."
 
 "Savor 
					the guitar lightly strummed,
 Join in the games of pickup 
					ball
 And snatches of song softly hummed;
 Laze a while 
					on a sandbagged wall."
 
 "Glittering stars in a black 
					velvet sky,
 Blaze like gems in the tranquil night,
 And 
					breezes soft as a baby's sigh
 Bear no danger with the 
					fading light."
 
 Brief those moments may have been
 However, they did indeed exist.
 Peaceful time spent with 
					friends,
 Away from war's inhuman fist.
 
 So, take 
					the time to search them out
 From where you've hidden them 
					away;
 They're still there, without a doubt
 Ready to 
					soothe and brighten your day.
 
 Look deep within, I'm 
					sure you'll find,
 Green and bright and dappled with sun,
 That peaceful corner in your mind...
 I know that God made 
					more than one.
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					| By Thurman P. Woodfork Copyright 2002, Revised 2006
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					March 5, 2011
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								Author's Note: Dedicated to Garland Young, 
								who, at times, grows weary of sad songs. 
								About 
								Author... 
								Thurman P. Woodfork (Woody) spent his 
			Air Force career as a radar repairman in places as disparate as 
			Biloxi, Mississippi; Cut Bank, Montana; Tin City, Alaska; Rosas, 
			Spain and Tay Ninh, Vietnam. In Vietnam, he was assigned to 
			Detachment 7 of the 619th Tactical Control Squadron, a Forward Air 
			Command Post located on Trai Trang Sup. Trang Sup was an Army 
			Special Forces camp situated about fifty miles northwest of Saigon 
			in Tay Ninh province, close to the Cambodian border.
			After Vietnam, Woody remained in the Air Force for nine more years.
								
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