I am a soldier who served in Vietnam.
I never saw home again,
nor knew the meaning of calm.
Though the war ended,
its horrible memories linger on.
Our nation still mourns the losses
of fathers, brothers and sons.
I am just a soldier killed..
Unrecognized is my name.
I have a spot on the Wall.
A great memorial of pain.
We are not forgotten
as long as the Wall proudly stands.
Though our names may be wearing off
by being touched by loved ones’ hands.
As long as this memorial stands,
we can never forget
that we served and died for a Nation
and not for Regret.
©October 1993, Lori S. Maynard