The cold smooth black granite monolith bears the names
Of those torn from family, uniformed, and now still lying
In Arlington many slumber, now justice brought for fames
Those that live keep vigil since their buddy's dying
From Normandy to Nam fellow brothers have many fell
In youthful years turmoil torn without any right
Many have passed to keep their buddys alive and well
Now only a name and a memory are in sight
The sense of unity present in combat finally appears
No longer a war of hate, no swords or spears, nor
Any students who display Viet Cong flags lending tears
No angry vets throwing medals at The White House door
Ghosts seem to say it is over and you are home
Toss the pain and hate aside, forsake foolish blame
Together to help each other, and never to roam
In unison and pride, the well, the sick, the lame