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,
unending were
the names
of those
gallant 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
LSBuege@aol.com
Marquette,
Michigan 49855
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