LEGACY OF WAR

I excerpted this from an email sent by Chris
"...I'm glad that you liked Legacy Of War . I was able to write it because it comes from the heart of a mother. I've served 20 years with my husband, a Vietnam Vet with PTSD. He was in the Central Highlands in '67-'68 with the First Cav. His heartache is my inspiration, unfortunatetly, putting his pain into words is the only way I know to release the tears I shed for him and all the boys that still fight this war today. May you find the peace you're searching for.
Welcome home, Chris"


 
 

I OFFER THESE WORDS OF WISDOM,
TO YOU MY BELOVED SON,
THERE IS NO GLORY IN WAR,
NO BATTLES TO BE WON.

YOU MAY NEVER UNDERSTAND,
THE THINGS THAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH,
PLEASE MY CHILD, DON'T TRY TO WALK,
ONE MILE IN MY SHOE.

I SURVIVED THE COMBAT,
BUT NOW I'M GETTING OLD.
REMEMBER TO TELL YOUR CHILDREN,
THE TRUE STORIES I HAVE TOLD.

PLEASE DON'T LET MY MESSAGE,
DIE ALONG WITH ME,
PASS ON TO THEM MY SON,
THAT WAR IS PURE AGONY,

THOUGH IT MAY SEEM A NOBLE CAUSE,
MY CHILD I WANT YOU TO KNOW,
THAT IF YOU WERE CALLED TO WAR,
I WOULD BEG YOU NOT TO GO.

REMEMBER ALWAYS MY DEAR BOY,
YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME,
AND IN THIS LIFE, YOU MY SON,
ARE MY GREATEST LEGACY.
 

BY:   CHRIS WOOLNOUGH

More poems by Chris on this site

A Battlefield Of Tears
Never Forget
The Tears I Shed
The Soldier's Cry
Through A Soldier's Eyes

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