Janet
Janet
I Was a Nurse in Vietnam,
Not Something I’d Recommend.
I Was Present So Many Times,
When a Soldier Met His End.
I Don’t Do Nursing Anymore,
And I Haven’t since Vietnam.
I Saw and Felt Too Much....
I Am Just Not Very Strong.
I Know There Were Quite a Few,
That Were Helped Because I Was There.
For this I Thank God Every Day,
I Hope They Know I Care.
I Would Sit and Read the Letters,
They Received from Home.
For Those That Got No Letter...
I Would Talk So They Didn’t Feel Alone.
That Fatal Day We Were Attacked,
I Just Kept Helping Those Men.
My Mind Kicked into Overdrive...
I Failed to Notice My Own End.
But I Remember it Was a Glorious Day,
When I Saw That Wall of Granite.
There Was My Name Carved in Stone.
My Last name Hill and My First Name....Janet
Connie Moore
August 5, 2000
Strang, Ok. 74367
Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2014
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