Vietnam Hero
He was getting old and forgetful,
and his hair was turning grey,
and he sat around the Legion,
telling stories of another day.
Of a war that he once fought in
and the deeds that he had done,
in his exploits with his buddies,
they were heroes, everyone.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
his tales became a joke,
all his buddies listened quietly
for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
for ole' Gregg has passed away,
and the world's a little poorer
for a soldier died today.
Copyright © Edna Carroll | Year Posted 2015
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