THE WALL OF FACES

In Memory of our Brother

Thank you for the sacrifice you made. You will not be forgotten.

This poem was among my uncle's personal belongings that was sent to his mother, Edna Burton, after his death. I was only seven years old when Uncle Jimmy died, and didn't understand what he wrote, or why. As I got older and read this poem, it really affected me that the men who served their country was made to feel they were "forgotten". I wish I could tell my uncle how much I love him, how proud I am of him, and how truly grateful I am to him and everyone else who have served this great country. Some of them may be gone, but they will never be FORGOTTEN!!!!



Vietnam

By

James Allen Burton

(1948-1968)


Far across the ocean,

Vietnam is the spot,

We’re doomed to spend our time,

In a land that God forgot.


We fight our way through the jungle,

Earning our monthly pay,

Protecting millions of people,

For a measly $2.50 per day.


No one knows what we’re doing,

No one gives a damn,

At home we’re forgotten,

We belong to Uncle Sam.


But when we pass through those pearly gates,

We will hear Saint Peter yell,

Fall in men from Vietnam,

You’ve spent your time in hell.