by Larry R. Southerland | May 5, 2008 | Poetry
Living with P.T.S.D. Is done by thousands even me They say there is no cure And after all these years of this I am sure Most days I am oh so sad I can not even function on some days, because it’s so bad The things I have seen and done I cannot discuss As there...
by Larry R. Southerland | May 3, 2008 | Poetry
I remember a war oh so far away As if it was just yesterday I remember the times and places But not the names or the faces I remember when you ate a meal How it made you feel I remember working at night To avoid the fright I remember the EVAC hospital being as active...
by Larry R. Southerland | May 3, 2008 | Poetry
Most of us were still kids when we went over there On our chest we didn’t even have a hair We grew into men over night After all we had to kill and fight Over there our anger did thrive After all we wanted to survive The ways of these people were not the same as...
by Larry R. Southerland | May 3, 2008 | Poetry
For those that said it was not a war Let them try to convince those who’s friends or family member lives no more The cowards said I will not go, others went because they were told to go Then others like me said I’ll go First we were taught to kill And this...
by Larry R. Southerland | May 3, 2008 | Poetry
All gave some, some gave all But the names of all that gave it all, are not on the wall There were many who were killed in Vietnam, but there they didnot die Sent home to live, they must try For some it was short, for others it was long And now for many more of us it...
