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FOOTPRINTS
by ddoris kennard (mother of Michael)

I hold a yellowed sheet of onion-skin
With imprints of two tiny little feet
My throat contstricts and salty tears begin
To fall unbidden on that parchment sheet.

The outline of each sole I gently trace
In hope such fingering might bring
Again the day I first beheld your face;
That blessed day I heard the angels sing.

How precious, son, those two score years and one
God granted us the privilege to share.
Cambodia claimed you ........now you are gone
With no remains found left rotting somewhere.
Your footprints on parchment proclaim your birth.
Your footprints in jungle claimed by the earth.........




A SIBLING'S CRY
Cindi Atwood (sister of Michael May)

I'D NEVER DREAMED TWENTY SOME YEARS AGO
THE PAIN I FELT WOULD CONTINUE TO GROW.
MY BROTHER WAS MY HERO, MY GUARDIAN, MY FRIEND:
THE ELDEST OF FOUR, HE WENT TO WAR,
FOR HIS COUNTRY TO DEFEND.

THE GREEN BERETS WAS HIS DREAM
MACVSOG,5TH SPECIAL FORCES, RECON TEAM.
HE VOLUNTEERED FOR A TEAM ONCE MORE,
HOPING HE WOULD GET A CHANCE TO EXPLORE.
EAGER AND WILLING TO GIVE HIS BEST,
KNOWING THE DANGERS, WOULD BE A LIFE'S TEST,

THEY LEFT EARLY THAT EVENING FOR THEIR DESTINATION
HE LOST HIS LIFE INTO "AN EVE OF DESTRUCTION"
NOW WE ALL SUFFER FROM THIS WAR
VETERANS, MOTHERS, FATHERS, AND SIBLINGS MOURN.

YEAR AFTER YEAR, WE WAIT FOR MORE NEWS,
,CLASSIFIED, COVERED UP, AND LIED TO ...
NIGHTMARES AND FLASHBACKS COME LIKE RAINSHOWERS,
TO THOSE VETERANS WHO SUFFER INTO THE LATE HOURS

I'LL SPEND MOST OF MY TIME EDUCATING THOSE WHO ARE SO BLIND
ABOUT A BUREAUCRACY WHO LEFT OUR BROTHERS' BEHIND
MY TEARS ARE DRY FROM HATRED AND MISTRUST
MY HEART CRIES OUT FOR ALL OF US

MY COUNTRY IS NO LONGER SWEET LIBERTY,
WHEN THE HONORS ALL GO TO THE CELEBRITIES
THE GUILT AND SHAME THE VETERAN CARRIES INSIDE,
WAS ONCE HEROIC AND BRAVE WITH PRIDE
I KNOW I WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT FREEDOM IS LIKE
IT ISN'T GROWING UP AND BEING ON YOUR OWN
AVOIDING THE DRAFT, OR PLEADING FOR AMNESTY.

YOU ONLY SEE IT BY LISTENING AND TALKING TO THE VETERAN
AND AS THEIR EYES BEGIN TO TEAR, FROM THE MEMORIES THEY'VE SHOWN
FREEDOM BELONGS TO THE FIGHTING MEN, THE TRUE AMERICAN.

I LOST MY BROTHER TO A WAR
THAT MAKES ME BITTER STILL
BUT IF, AND WHEN HE COMES HOME
THAN MY HEART WILL BE HEALED

FOR NOW THE MEMORIES I HOLD DEAR,
WILL COMFORT ME IN MY DREAMS.... I FEAR
,AND, IF I SHOULD DIE BEFORE I WAKE
I PRAY SOMEONE ELSE THIS JOB TO TAKE








A POEM BY MARLENE SIMONS


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OUR HERO - THE VET


Off they went to fight the war
With many-to return no more
Young n' brave-no doubt or fear
Left behind all that was dear


They fought for our country
And freedom for all
Enduring the worst when
A brother would fall


Many came home n' many did not
But all of them lost
What can never be bought


Left part of themselves over there
It's in their eyes-all have the same stare
They try to get on with their lives
Home at last with kids and wives


Sadly everyone shares in the loss
Wife and kids n' even the boss
Unable to give their all anymore
For a part of them was stolen by war


We must remember all that they did
For they went off to battle
When they were only a kid


Unforgotten and always cherished
Their great bravery so none of us perished
They fought the battle n' we'll never forget
The great sacrifice of our HERO - THE VET!!

Memories of Michael

SP/4 JAMES BRZOZKIEWICZ PAGE
OLD GLORY

HELL-0 REMEMBER ME

MY ADOPTED POW/MIA



Email Me If You Knew Mike Thank You Cindi

05 Feb 14 UPDATED

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