| Are We Home Yet ? |
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| Are we there yet? |
| These are the words I asked, |
| When in Vietnam, |
| my ears were still wet. |
| Are they here yet? |
| The words I asked, |
| When Charlie was close, |
| But we could not see them yet. |
| I will not forget, |
| The words that I cried, |
| As all my brothers around me, |
| Stood and took the fall, |
| And others cried. |
| Are we home yet? |
| The words that I cried, |
| When Charlie caught me, |
| And made me a POW/MIA. |
| Alone with my brothers, |
| We hoped and we prayed, |
| That someone would find us, |
| Alive and unscathed. |
| Am I Home Yet? |
| The words I spoke, |
| Before I took my last breath, |
| When Charlie had haunted me, |
| Forever to my Grave. |
| You are Home now, |
| no one will forget, |
| The tortures you faced, |
| Before you became, |
| The Vietnam Vet. |
| Danielle N. Calhoun |
| © December 29, 2002 |
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