OLD MARINE

I am an old Marine sitting in the sun In my twilight years

My mind is strong but my body is weak

I think about boot camp - How hard I thought It was

But it Is a fond memory; O how I wish I could feel

that good and strong again Just one more time

I let my mind wander yonder to Vietnam, I try to think

of the good times when I was there

The friends I served with were just like brothers

A bond that can’t be broken

The V.A . Doctors say "do not think about Vietnam, do not dwell on it and you won’t have nightmares and you can sleep."

I tried, but I don’t want to be cheated out of my memories; some good, some bad

I sit In the sun and laugh at what someone said, or did What good memories I have.

And I can still see the men who paid the ultimate price - as they were. They will always be young In my memories, I will never forget

Who is that old man who sits in the lawn chair

that sometimes he is laughing and sometimes he is crying

I am told he was a Marine

And they say he is crazy as a loon

They say he was shell shocked In Vietnam

But I think he’s just having memories

from days gone past, some good some bad

By: James "Tex" Evans

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