Treasure Island

Jean Meyer

(07/14/1949 / Shelby, Michigan)

The Veteran


Barely out of his teens
A young man went
To fight a war in a land
He had never seen.

He went through school
And survival training
Sent overseas
Where guns were blazing.

He trudges through jungles
Up mountain terrain
Down through the villages
And across the plains.

He carries his rifle
And his hand grenades
His ammo and his c-rats
And he is still afraid.

Defending a country
He doesn't know
Spending many a night
In a foxhole.

Protecting his men
At any cost
He loses his leg
And his dog tags are lost.

He crawls on his belly
And finds all his men
Before he calls
The choppers in.

A purple heart
He has won
For protecting his men
For a job well done.

He gets sent home
But the war never ends
A constant reminder
As he mends.

The years go by
The names slip away
But the memories remain
Day after day.

Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

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Story about a US Soldier who fought in the Vietnam War.

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