WHAT'S IN A NAME?

The Wall stands in silence,
glistening against the sun.
Upon the panels names are written,
the best of America's Sons.
The black granite seems transparent
as we stare into its depth.
The hopes and dreams of young Warriors past,
have faded into death.

The war was one of controversy
yet we fought with all our heart.
It was our duty to defend our Freedom
though defeated from the start.
Gallant soldiers trod the muddy soil
in a land far away from home;
their Blood ran red in a foreign land
while their names are etched in stone.

How many generations lost?
How many paid the price?
Untold thousands fought in Vietnam,
paid the ultimate sacrifice.
Friends reach out from within The Wall
as we stare with tear filled eyes
We reach to touch our comrades souls
but only memories survive.

Never forget the ones we lost!
Never forget the battle cry!
Never forget what Freedom cost
to those who can't question why!
And as you stare into The Wall,
your life will in some way change.
Allow your heart to search The Wall;
you'll see much more than just a name...

Richard D. Preston
©2000

Page created: Saturday, 27 May 2000

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