Through the Valley
The Last thing I built for my brother was his flag case
My brothers name is all through this book
From the battles he fought overseas
I can no longer read this book
For it brings sadness to me
The purple heart he won for his last battle in Vietnam
He took a bullet to the head and was almost dead
As the years passed by we would talk about the war
We both would cry many tears running down our face
His life was full of misery for these images he couldn’t erase
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