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Laurence Binyon's for the Fallen-third and fourth stanzas
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them
Lest We Forget
VIETNAM (Remembered?)
You see me walking
down the street
No cares or worries to defeat
Yet deep inside, I'm
all upset
You'd think that I could just forget,,,,
- Forget the years
and all the dreams
- Forget the men
and all their screams
- Forget the hopes
that we once had
- Forget the nights
that were so bad
- Forget the politicians
lies
- Forget the wounded
soldier's cries
- Forget the dreams
of Camelot
- Forget Oswald,
Dallas, a fatal shot
- Forget the promises
of the past
- Forget the insults,
they won't last
- Forget they spit
upon your shirt
- Forget the ridicule,
the hurt
- Forget the hot
and sweaty days
- Forget the missing,
the M.I.A.'s
- Forget the prisoners
of that long war
- Forget them!
For they're dead! I'm sure? ? ?
Get on with life,
so many said
Forget the war and all the dead…..
FORGET! FORGET! So
screams my brain
But if we do, , , , , 'Twas all in vain.
S. G. "Barney" Deibert
In
Country 03/67 - 03/68 B. Co. 62nd Engineers
64B20 Heavy Trucker
The "Oz" and the "Yank"
We hardly had whiskers when first we met
Halfway round the world, I remember it yet
An unlikely meeting 'tween an Oz and a Yank
It didn't seem odd then as we talked and we drank
Over three million served in the war over there
The odds we'd have contact were much worse than fair
But, in spite of the odds, contact was made
When the Oz ventured out for a bit of a trade
He'd finished his business and for need of a lift
He bribed us with brew, the un-refusable gift
He didn't stay long, a few hours at best
We bid a drunken good-bye to our Aussie guests
As I said before, the chances were slim
For thirty years my mind held a picture of him
Then I joined a small group on an internet site
Who pen poems and stories and share what they write
While visiting one night a member's home page
I happened on a photo of him at a more tender age
It was the down-under soldier...now sit down before you fall
The gentleman's name...our own Anthony Pahl!
You do the math...
Randy E. Richmond
21 June 2001
A special thanks to Barney Deibert for the Poetry on this page.
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