To the Band of Brothers From Viet Nam

What did I do when I was a kid? Loved life, had fun that’s what I did. Enjoyed what I had, and had what I enjoyed. Never to be bothered seldom ever annoyed. Stood tall, felt proud, proud of this country, The Home Of The Free! Proud to be an American, lucky to be a part of such a great society. Then something happened that ripped this country apart. It was called a police action but it ripped and tore at the very soul of this country it tore at her heart. Was it right or was it wrong? So many mixed emotions were played out in the words of yesteryears songs. The seventy’s brought on free love, drugs, and the start of a decline in our morals in this story. Viet Nam brought both shame and honor, but very little was given in the name of glory. Many young Americans lost their life or were crippled and maimed. And had to come home to a country that held them in contempt or made them feel ashamed. They were pushed aside refused work treated like second class dirt. And what did they do they too had feelings they too could hurt. We blamed our soldiers instead of the politicians that sent them there. They were the ones that were dying but no one seemed to care. So to the Viet Nam Vets I say I for one am proud of you this very day. And may God Bless you all each and every one is the prayer for you I pray. And maybe someday there will no longer be wars are reason for blood shed. In thanks to The Band Of Brothers from Nam we should all give thanks as we bow our heads.