In Memory of a Friend,
On The Anniversary of His Death
“There was blood on the saddle and blood all around,
And a great big puddle of blood on the ground.
A cowboy lay in it, all covered with gore,
And he never will ride any broncos no more.”
Tex Ritter,
Blood On The Saddle
Old Pete was a big man
He stood six-foot three
He loved to ride his pony
Said it made him feel free
He served his nation honorably
In that bloody old Vietnam War
But when he returned back home
Things were different than before
His kind were looked down on
He couldn’t get any real work
He had those terrible flashbacks
And he was cruelly labeled a jerk
He soon became a recluse
Riding alone on the prairie
Even his former sweetheart
Someone else did she marry
I first met Pete many years ago
At a large VA Hospital out west
He figured he’d been left behind
And he couldn’t get past his stress
So he soon moved out to the country
And lived with his horse under the stars
He often wondered what had happened
As he now drank too much liquor at the bar
They found Pete a few years ago
He had shot himself and his horse
He was buried in a pauper’s grave
Branded a crazy old lunatic of course
War’s hell can truly torment a man
I hope old Petey’s now finally at rest
We need to start honoring our veterans
And stop treating them like crazy old pests
Rest in Peace, My Friend
R.I.P for your frend: roshack
The disposable soldier...as more are born. This tribute will be an honor to many!
Love,
tiger lily
Be always safe,
Karen
Everything here blends so exceptionally well, as-do all of your pennings!!
Always the Best,
Lance
fee
"where have all the flowers gone?
gone to graveyards, every one -
when will they ever learn?
when will they ever learn?"
peace - Tom.
I'm so sorry about your friend. May he and his horse rest in peace together.
Newfie hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I'm sorry for the loss of your friend and his horse. :(
I never saw a Veteran besides a President Elect or otherwise.
Georg