WE RISKED OUR NAMES BEING ON THE WALL
The black granite wall in Washington has the names of our fallen brothers,
Inscribed within are the son’s names of forever grieving and loving mothers.
We who made it home on the other hand, risked our names being on the wall,
We were there in that hellish place, beside our brothers when they would fall.
Our number wasn’t up some say, or we were just plain lucky, I don’t know,
We all knew we had to serve our country and for that reason we had to go.
With bullets flashing by, rockets and mortars exploding so close all around,
Don’t know how many times during those attacks, we had to hit the ground.
Helicopters getting shot down and crashing and burning with the hot flame,
Friendly fire sometimes hitting our positions and not sure just who to blame.
Caught in a cross fire in the jungle with limited protection we hit the dirt,
The enemy elusive in his tactics would hit us and most would wind up hurt.
We were the fortunate ones coming home with only battle scars of the war,
With our purple hearts and medals on our chest from the battle away so far.
Emotional pains we each had deep down within, we had to bear all of our life,
Through-out our adult years living with all the mental horrors, fears and strife.
Sometimes as we reminisce we will hear the faint cries of our brothers last call,
They say, “We are glad you risked your name, but we are glad it’s not on the wall.”
Jimmy L. Strait
Huey-Crew chief/door gunner
Tay Ninh, Vietnam 69-70
Note: The wall I am referring to is the Black Granite Vietnam Veteran Memorial Wall in Washington D.C.