Sammy's 18 Poem by Joe Howell
Sammy's 18
Sammy was 18 when he was drafted into
the United States Army.
Country roads, divided by pine trees
led towards his demise
Sammy was a curly haired rod of pure energy
that loved Mom as much as apple pie
He made it to The DMZ, then on to Hamburger Hill
They shipped his body home covered with a flag
His room is the same as he left it,
and it's been
30 years,
but to Sammy's Mom
Sammy's still 18
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