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Chapter 23-1 Taps
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Nestor "NESTOR" Rivera |
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Tom "Swamprat" Baxter
CVMA #1452
VietNam Vet
Farewell
It was a fading twilight evening
when I finally found the tomb
of honor where they laid him
when they sent this soldier home.
I knelt before the marker,
bowed my head to say a prayer
and memories washed o’er my soul
of the time we’d put in there.
The breeze stirred long past traces
of laughter that we’d shared
the things we did, the way we lived
while holding on by fear.
And thru a blur of tears I saw
this soldier on that day
when battle cries and screams of death
stripped the bloom of youth away.
We fought with love of country
so our flag could proudly wave
it’s hard to watch a buddy die
harder still is kneeling by his grave.
As I relived those scars of war
I reached out to touch the stone
and traced the name of one brave man
that I was blessed to know.
I rose to leave my duty done
I’d said my last good- by
There in my path stood a solemn child
with quiet curious eyes.
He gazed at me in wonder and believed
the words he spoke were true
“My daddy says that men don’t cry.”
I replied, “But Combat Brothers do.”
Author Unknown
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English Translation |
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Original Scottish Version |
Sgt. MacKenzie" is a lament written and sung by Joseph Kilna MacKenzie.
