Marty West Poet Rhyme

Story of a Green Beret

Don’t see the soldiers as they move around,
Through the jungle without a sound,
Crawl along this wet,cold ground,
These american boys are victory bound.
Fighting a war they believe is right,
No end is near no end in sight,
One more day one more fight,
See the tunnel but see no light.
Lay me down to get some sleep,
In your dreams the battle seeps,
Mountains high and valleys deep,
What you sow is what you reap.
Visit graves where buddies lay,
Fought for freedom the american way,
War still haunts you night and day,
This is the story of a green beret.
MARTY WEST

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Sl Davis October 10, 2020 at 8:59 PM I enjoyed this poem, we don't tend to think about what those in the military go through. Well written.

Angela Crabtree October 9, 2020 at 7:14 PM I really don't know much about the Green Berets, but I have heard stories from my Dad about them being an elite military force. Well written, Marty. I enjoyed it :) ~Angie

Gershon Wolf October 8, 2020 at 6:14 PM You've told the story well, Marty. And it's a shame how how our fighting men were treated when they returned home for the Vietnam war. No appreciation for the hell of the jungles over there. Tell the story again and again. Thank you, Gershon