vvietnam memoial

me ive come to do what i should have done before
to thank s fallem comrade for his actions in the war
i find his name abd trace it with my finger
he was jut a city boy surving all alone
drafted o war he didnt understand or own
he was not a scrappper but he wouldo his best he was not a coward so he wouldserve with all the rest
no he didnt save my life with some heroic deed
but he was friend when afriend is what you need
it gives one pause to wonder ehen it ever ends
tooso many fallen comrades toomany buried friendsthe wall is as dark and cold as the death for wgich it stands but i had to see it ; feel iit with my hands
i find his name and trace it slowly with my finger
memories flashing back each moment that i linger