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Operation Just Cause ...for as long as it takes

Poems

by Katy Miller A Vision He stood there, staring at the black granite. His reflection showed the years. You could tell he was deep in thought. You could almost feel his tears. You could see as he traveled back. To those forests deep with green. Hot and muggy, foreboding and tense. The terrain was sharp and mean. Young men they were, friends, buddies and comrades. There to do a job no one wanted indeed. Fighting to help a conflict of hell. Their lives depended on each other in need. Now his hand gently touches the wall. A name jumps out for all to see. For this man's heart could not bear to hold. The loss of his best friend, comrade and buddy. He is there somewhere so far away. Many just want to forget. But this man will not let this happen. For the POW/MIA will be home yet!! Man is not dead, unless he is forgotten. Don't forget them, help them come home again.. It's Only Me If you waken in the night and hear footsteps, softly, slowly making rounds. It's only me. If you feel safe and warm in your trench, and hear a soft breath pass your way. It's only me. If you hear a bullet pass by your head, and someone cry, "In Coming". It's only me. If your stomach is full and your body cold and someone passes a blanket over you. It's only me. I watch the night as it passes by, and check the parameters for security. It's only me. The fellow soldier, sailor, airman or marine, the one who is your buddy and your friend. It's only me. Our lives have crossed so many times, Our thoughts have lived a life time. It's only me. I loved you, accepted you and cared for you, as the son of God I wrapped my arms gently around you. It is Only me. A Father's Daughter She was but a tiny thing in his strong Arms And she melted this big man's heart. She won him over with her wonderous charms, To describe her this Father didn't know where to start. As she grew he nurtured and gave his love, He told stories of things past. This Father would share as they drove, He knew somehow this love would last. She came home and announced she would be gone a while, Her country, this daughter, she would serve. Her Father cried, laughed and then he would smile, For a father's daughter had touched a nerve. The pride they both felt that day, For God and Country had accepted a girl. The Father knew she would be far away, And for this Daughter the flag would unfurl. She saw destruction, pain and sorrow, Boys leave and sometimes never to return. Men return not sure of tomorrow, But the father's daughter would take her turn. Both have seen so much of this world at bay, Would Share experiences and there would be laughter. For you see, this girl, a woman now today, Because she is, her Fathers Daughter. Click on POW graphic to return to the June issue