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The Old Vietnam Vet

Posted by on August 8, 2018

The Old Vietnam Vet

He sat on the bench at Wal-Mart up front by the door

In a pair of overalls and the old cap he always wore

Most just see an old man, an old guy can’t be cool

But he could tell you stories, you’d never learn in school

He landed on the tarmac, 8 thousand miles from home

Thinking of his family and feeling so alone

Fighting in the jungle, dodging bullets, grenades and bombs

A young man went to hell and back in a place called Vietnam

He spent 2 years fighting but it seemed like a whole lot more

Time has a way of standing still in the middle of a war

The purple heart was for the shrapnel that he caught in the thigh

But there’s no medal for the pain he felt as he watched his buddies die

He was proud of his service and to get back to the States

But he was met with anger, epithets and hate

Next time if you see him, don’t hurry quickly by

Shake his hand and thank him as you look him in the eye

He salutes Old Glory and for the Anthem proudly stands

There are thousands of these heroes all across our land

Their numbers are now dwindling, we’re losing more each day

So thank God for their service, it’s a debt we can’t repay

Sue Ikerd

July 27, 2018 ©

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