Across this nation from coast to coast there are countless small groups of veterans such as the below group that a Big Red One Brother by the name of Glenn Moore told me a few days ago

Lee, this was written by a Bro in my group at the VA, they are Jim, James, Bill, Greg, Lloyd, Cliff, and Ken. These aging warriors will be my friends to the very end.

a poem by Sgt Moe

B Troop 3/17 Air Cav

Vietnam 68-69

We all laugh and cry

But none of us ever has to ask why

If our country would call on us again to fight,

I'm sure we would go forward with all our might

To do our given task...No questions asked

We suffer from flashbacks and terrible dreams

Which never far away it seems

We have seen our fellow soldiers wounded and die

We still cry and ask the reasons why

The doctors tell us we have PTSD...it has wounded our hearts and brain

Never again will we be the same

One time a week we come together to talk about our times in Nam

And the friends we left behind in that far distant land

We suffer from the second hand wounds, the kind they say you cannot see

But just take a look at my Brothers and me

There's a sadness in our eyes and hearts that just won't go away

And we will live with it for the rest of our days