Vietnam Tears I stood and I watched as a mother cried, when she had heard that her son had died. He didn't die because he was sick, or he didn't die because he was in a wreck. He died doing what he felt was right. I watched a father try to hold back his tears, His son had lived only a scant 19 years. His son had died nine thousand miles away, And what was there left for a father to say? He got down on his knees and said a prayer, His brave son knows his father did care. I stood and watched as a little girl cried. She didn't understand why her brother had passed on; Why he never again played with her on the lawn. Looking at the little girl's tears I knew, That her big brother died fighting for you and me. ~ Author Unknown ~ Forty-seven years and still putting flowers on my friends grave. And every year I walk away with a very heavy heart.