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

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Robert Pettit

February 7, 2014 at 8:48 PM

The Vietnam War Memorial in Washington, DC is something impressive to see. When I see all of the names there, it makes me feel sad of all the brave men and women who gave up their lives for the cause. Good write.

Connie Moore

February 7, 2014 at 8:50 PM

thank you Robert. I had a brother in Vietnam. His helicopter was shot down and he was the only surviver. He won't talk about it though. Thank you for the comment Connie