This Is A Place Of Remembrance
The Preacher died today,
...on a Sunday afternoon in Vietnam.
He was praying when he died,
and coughing up blood, and staring at me.
I closed his eyes.
He loved Jesus ...and I hate myself...... that I often laughed at
I don't know why I lived,
...and the 'Preacher' died.
I don't know why it was ... as it was.
I think of him
...and I pray for him.
I hope he hears my words.
I miss him.
We were Sarge in 66
I was in 3Corps.....
in Marine world somewhere in I Corps,
and you died in a firefight,
and I never knew you were even there
..never damn knew!
We were all KIA in many ways Pete!
I hate I never got to be there with you.
I promise never, to
....RVN Nov 65- Nov6
I will stand with you, my brother
God made us, two by two.
What I can do, let me do, for you.
We can become a masterful team,
causing bright freedom to beam
The torch is burning as bright,
in my hand,as it is in yours
Let us deal with war`s chores
Proudly,let me stand with you,my brother
Do not wish that you could send me home
I do not want to go ,leaving you alone
I need to stand with you, my brother
If I fall there may be children, left motherless,
as yours are left fatherless, when you may fall
I am a soldier just like you, ready to give my all
Allow me,please, to stand with you ,my brother
©Faye Sizemore 4/17/03
Past And Present.....(for Marvin 'GreyEagle')
...........and all this strange memory.
There are days when the Sun rises behind the darkness
...the clouds of yesterday,
and the Moon rides quietly
much like yesterday,....and within a war
and a storm...past.
A storm that that caught us up
..........alone within our own history,
and we seemed so very lost to it!
.......unable to remember it all.
Time has run out of breath , my Brother,
and silence lies weeping in my arms.
We grow old!
........give so very little,
and then we are gone.
The wind remembers our lives,
but has forgotten
There is an echo...
a rumbling sound
somewhere so long ago.
We were there my Brother!
"( I received a letter today from a young Soldier, I know. I want
to keep it for myself. So, I just wrote something for all of
.......sumthin' like a letter home.)
1966...III Corps Vietnam
I didn't write home much.
I kept the words to myself
We didn't use words a lot.
I sent three letters home
and a box of crumbled cookies from my baby sister.
Words didn't mean much back then.
...and having brothers beside me,
and behind me,
Living another day was worth
a whole Library full of words.
The day I left,
I flew home on a big plane from Ton Son Nhut.
No one said a word
for 19 hours...,
except the Stewardess gals.
That was how it was
'.....weren't no Mockingbirds over there.'
Nap In the Palace
All is well on the former road to Hell
Roscoe is sleeping in the palace
He has seen, for sure, that all is well
Saddam said 'there are no troops near Baghdad!'
... Rest your head here...
That there are 'no troops near' is true
Roscoe has come to check it out for you
So Roscoe sleeps, the sleep of the just
He`s tired and rest he must...
No more nightmare dreaming over there
...No troops near Baghdad....
Did you even care...
...No need to beware...
Did you believe what was said...
'There were no troops near Baghdad...'
©Faye Sizemore 4/21/03
Sgt.Roscoe Archer of Ft.Stewart,Ga. naps in Saddam`s Palace
It was time to leave
and i just
putting the touch on the girls soft place
...'short time calender girl.'
everyone was laughin',
.......and all that warm beer!
San Miguel days my brothers.
I slapped a lot of fist,
and the 'bird' came at dusk
and lifted me away....,
tears fallin so hard
for all of them,
wavin and laughin'!
........so much of me remained with them.
am all of them.
All the veterans of vietnam.
I love them all
...much more than myself.
They were my brothers-in-arms!
I still remember them.
...cry for them.
Never will I really