Since Memorial Day is coming up, I thought it would be appropriate to post this poem that I recently picked up at the Vietnam Veterans' Memorial in Taos, New Mexico:
LOSS OF INNOCENCE
We were children,
Patriotic, brave children.
All too soon
We were forced to grow up,
To face danger and bloodshed.
Terrors real and imagined
Waited there in the dark.
But grimly determined,
We stood our ground,
Though the reason got lost
In the fight.
And we were proud!
Then we came home ....
Some of us whole and some of us not,
And no one cared.
All these years we've stumbled along,
Bewildered and lost, remembering,
And lonely ....
Scorned, ridiculed and ignored,
For something out of our control.
And now we're men,
Hardened and inside ourselves.
But it's not too late,
Won't you try to understand?
We were just children.
LOSS OF INNOCENCE
We were children,
Patriotic, brave children.
All too soon
We were forced to grow up,
To face danger and bloodshed.
Terrors real and imagined
Waited there in the dark.
But grimly determined,
We stood our ground,
Though the reason got lost
In the fight.
And we were proud!
Then we came home ....
Some of us whole and some of us not,
And no one cared.
All these years we've stumbled along,
Bewildered and lost, remembering,
And lonely ....
Scorned, ridiculed and ignored,
For something out of our control.
And now we're men,
Hardened and inside ourselves.
But it's not too late,
Won't you try to understand?
We were just children.