"American Trilogy"
Dedicated to Ricky,
and the tens upon tens of thousands more.
The Watch fires
Tonight
the Watchfires have been lit
From coast to coast,
Their embers flit against the night
And call the Host who wander far.
It has been said Our Dead are they,
The many or the few who may
Still linger near, not passing on
To Paradise but waiting here.
We whom Vietnam has known
Still listen for Their voices and
Would like to think we aren't alone;
We see Them in the Wall of stone.
And They were here with us tonight,
By twos and threes and squads They came
To warm Their hands around the flame
And watch the drifting smoke take flight.
Their boots are cracked and dusty
But Their faces hold no fear, and
They stand as at a campfire
Trading jokes and smokes and beer.
And you could hear Them, if you listened
Just beyond the snap of sparks,
Above the beating of your heart,
Their voices in the windy dark...
"Brothers" They said, "You do not walk
Alone. Did you not know?
Together then,
Together now...Until we ALL go Home."
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