The Corpsmand and the Wall
Thirty-two years had come and gone. I needed to see my friends.
I took a list, a few small gifts, and went to visit them.
I was their "Doc" in Vietnam and silently recalled;
How their names had earned a resting place...
Engraved there on "The Wall"
My bag of gifts was personal- simple things I guess:
Florida sand, hot cocoa, and a pack of cigarettes.
I took my list to the "Lady in blue" to help me find them all.
Soon I stood there moved to tears-
Staring at "The Wall".
Slowly Approached the massive "Wall, my list of names in hand;
I touched each name; mourned them all;
and traced "Bud's" name with sand.
"Did you know him well?" asked a lady's voice, whom I turned around to face.
She was there to mour her fallend son - I saw it on her face.
"Was he family, or did you serve with him?" You know he's now at rest"
I smiled and held my palms toward her, "These hands were in his chest.
I was his Doc in Vietnam... couldn't sae the all."
Recalling my Field Med Instructor's voice, I turned back to "The Wall":
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