Roses for Blaylock and Brown,
Where ever they may be,
And Hansberry and Crouse,
Give them posthumously.
And Lieutenant Bruce Harmon,
Who tried hard to help us all,
And to all the other good men,
Whose names are on the wall,
And to all the other heroes,
Who survived but later fell,
The widows, wives and children,
Mind that they served as well.
Thorns to the demonstrators,
Whose acts prolonged the war,
And by the unrest they stirred up,
Caused the death of thousands more,
Thorns for those who burned their cards,
while other boys died in mud,
A force for peace? Their hands run red,
with those young soldier's blood.
Thorns to those who burned our flag,
And by their acts insured,
No honorable man could speak of peace,
It became a dirty word.
Thorns for those shouting baby killer,
Those who tried to spit on Crouse,
Those who reached out attempting,
To tear the ribbons from my blouse,
More than forty years have passed,
But when I see their protest lines,
I want to jump out of my truck,
And beat them with their signs.
Thorns to all those ingrates,
Who dishonored this county’s best,
They should burn in hell forever,
And never find their rest.
Je vous accuse.
Where ever they may be,
And Hansberry and Crouse,
Give them posthumously.
And Lieutenant Bruce Harmon,
Who tried hard to help us all,
And to all the other good men,
Whose names are on the wall,
And to all the other heroes,
Who survived but later fell,
The widows, wives and children,
Mind that they served as well.
Thorns to the demonstrators,
Whose acts prolonged the war,
And by the unrest they stirred up,
Caused the death of thousands more,
Thorns for those who burned their cards,
while other boys died in mud,
A force for peace? Their hands run red,
with those young soldier's blood.
Thorns to those who burned our flag,
And by their acts insured,
No honorable man could speak of peace,
It became a dirty word.
Thorns for those shouting baby killer,
Those who tried to spit on Crouse,
Those who reached out attempting,
To tear the ribbons from my blouse,
More than forty years have passed,
But when I see their protest lines,
I want to jump out of my truck,
And beat them with their signs.
Thorns to all those ingrates,
Who dishonored this county’s best,
They should burn in hell forever,
And never find their rest.
Je vous accuse.
Author notes
Blouse-dress uniform jacket.
God forgive me, because I can never forgive them. Not my cousins that fled to Canada or the other misguided wretches I have known. The sky cried for days when Crouse,The Baby Soldier, was killed.
I have to get back to sanity, writing about love, horses and humor. These thoughts upset me deeply.
A contest entry
- Military Poems by Pollycheck.
450 points, ended April 21, 101 entries
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Comments
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This is an awesome poem, it breaks my heart everytime I hear someone mention troops...so many being sent home in body bags, it's just so unfair...I hope we get a military man as VP to help straighten out this mess we are in...Proud to be American...hugs...
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Excellent
I agree. I will write later about what happened to me when I returned home from SEA. My poem Warrior Sleeping may impact you.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/571202

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Thank you for entering my military contest. Don't forget to put Hanoi Jane in the front of that list that we can't forgive.
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Very well written and showed great passion. I cnnot agree with all of your opions. Some I do. we were all victoms of poorly guided politicians. It was a black time back then and has been perpertraded again with another sensless war. It was not the soldiers that were condemned.


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Del, I know ... you went there for me... thank you it is beautiful and it says so much so very much about what is given .. thank you... about what was not on the wall.. thank you.. what people did can not be undone.. if they would just stop doing it.... welcome home...


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Deep words my brother in arms. I hear u. Great poem


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