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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I was just a little girl when he went to Vietnam Some went freely, other's were sent by someone called Uncle Sam Some men ran to Canada, other's Mexico Some were just to proud to run, like he, they had to go To fight a war in which it really wasn't even our place Only to come back home to find heartbreak and disgrace Heartaches for their broken homes and lives that had gone awry Is it any wonder that these men break down and cry? They cry for all the time they've lost fighting in this war We'll never know how much it's cost, nor even how much more They'll have to suffer, day by day, for fighting so we wouldn't have to These men faced our worse nightmares and that's how we said "thank you"? They never got a waving banner, no ticker-tape parade No "welcome home son", nor "job well done", no form of accolade These were our fathers, husbands, sons, our classmates and our friends For us this war is over, for them it never ends I'm sorry, but to me it's personal, my dad went over there I saw and felt what he went through and to say it wasn't fair Is the biggest understatement of the century They fought, they feared, they even died so you and I could stay free Now my sons are overseas, fighting for me and you Please God, don't send them home to me in a box draped in red, white, and blue.
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