Thanks, Brother
Written by Sheena

He kissed me good-bye as he walked out the door
it took me awhile to learn what the tears were for.
He went off to bootcamp to become a man
and then to Vietnam to defend the land.

My brother was always the stay at home type
I couldn't understand why he chose to fight.
Why would he leave his family and friends
to fight someone else's battle in a God forsaken land.

Then my mon told me of the choices he had
none good, all bad. Well the years went by the letters still came
red,white, and blue always the same.

Then one day it finally arrived, the one I had waited for, for so long,
Stock the fridge, MOM, I'M COMING HOME.
And home he came but not the same,
I'll never forget the sounds of planes

And that is when I knew Vietnam had touched him deep
for the sounds of planes came while he was asleep.
I would lie in bed and listen with fright
as he battled within most of the night.

30 years has come and gone
and I thank God he let my brother come home.
He's doing fine, he's adjusted well
but still won't talk about his Tour In Hell.

I've asked him questions just to"learn"
but he shakes his head and away he turns.
He does'nt know how much it would mean
for him to open up and talk to me.

But I think about the statement I just made
it's selfish of me to want him to relive the pain.
So I'll just close this chapter with one last remark
Thank You Wayne, for doing your part.....