A Viet-Nam Veteran's Letter

Viet-Nam Veteran
Homeless
Any Street Corner
Some American City
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A Coin Phone Booth

Oscarthebirdie@aol.com

March 11, 2008

To All American Citizens
Every American Address
United States of America

Dear Friend,
I am a Viet-Nam Veteran of the year nineteen sixty eight,
And I come to you with a burden with a heavy weight.
I have many scars that prove I’ve earned my Purple Heart,
I’ve lost my job, my children, and my wife and I live apart.

When I came home I brought with me the memories of war,
A country across the sea that you can not reach by car.
At night I wake up from nightmares so real that I relive again,
And this is when all my problems started to begin.

The countless screams, my shouts, my words and all my actions,
Started to interfere with our marriage and became distractions.
I cannot blame my spouse for wanting to leave my side,
She took good care of me with love and became my guide.

The secrets of a war that I kept hidden deep inside my head,
Were so ugly that I didn’t share and it broke our vows instead.
Then the many different jobs I couldn’t hold because I was lost,
A brain in turmoil and a mortgage company took my house at cost.

The children grew weary of a father that couldn’t let go the past,
Too strict with rules until they were of age at last.
I reached out with love but the haunting guilt ate at me from inside,
It was then, that I knew the burning candle had finally died.

I gave up everything I owned to my children and my wife,
All I had left were bad memories and a Gold Medal of my life.
The Purple Heart didn’t keep me from becoming a homeless man,
If you were in my shoes then you would know that I did all I can.

I roam the streets in torn clothes as people stare in disbelieve,
They have no idea of how ashame I am as I deal with my grief. I tried talking to elected officials, Senators and Congressmen,
Even wrote them letters and I haven’t heard a word from them.

The VA office turned me away many times because of the red tape,
They want to help me now but from the suffering there is no escape.
So I am writing you this letter to ask for a noble favor before I die,
Ask them about the veteran benefits and lack of them as to why.

Something else I want to know if there is such a thing as respect,
When they find my body lying dead and eaten by some insect.
Can they please bury me without billing the home I once had,
And notify my next of kin without tears to make them sad.

Sincerely,
Just Another Veteran
OSCARELIZONDO
COPYRIGHT © 2008 OSCARELIZONDO

A Viet-Nam Veteran's Letter

oscarelizondo

Harlingen, United States

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Many veterans suffer after the return of duty. I hope you understand this poem letter because so many things in it are true. Please respect our soldiers, thank you

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