Because of illness then I didn’t attend.
To know what went on I’ll not pretend.
Television informed us to the bitter end.
A neighborhood kid was killed over there.
He was one of thousands caught unaware.
In the end he was sent on with a prayer.
A cousin and friend wounded and came back
Home to a nation not cutting them slack.
Easy to mouth off if you didn’t give it a crack.
It came and went even today leaving a scar.
Years pass yet we don’t know where many are.
Every generation has one; Vietnam was our war.
Copyright © September 27, 2011 by Lowell Bergeron