I saw his name upon the wall, with 58,000 more. A fine young man, my high school friend, who had marched so proudly to war.
How could I know when I bid him goodbye, that he wouldn't be coming home. He fought in a jungle dark and damp, his body chilled to the bone.
Insects swarmed thick around his head, the mud was ankle deep. He must stay alert of the dangers around, though his body was aching for sleep.
Memories of family, his mom and his dad, his brothers and sisters alike. His high school sweetheart, soon to be bride, young love enjoyed in the night.
He was leading patrol with five other young men when rifle fire broke out. A sharp pain in his chest was all that he felt, his body went limp throughout.
Yes I saw his name upon the wall with 58,000 more. A fine young man, my high school friend.
I'll miss him forever more.
Mike was gracious enough to share this poem at our Memorial Day Observance and we are all grateful for his sharing. We would also like to say thank you to the VFW Post 1296 Honor Guard for the presenting of the colors and to all the men and women who have served and died for our country. Thank you for your service.