THE POW/MIA
By John Dixon
06/15/07

Look at your neighbor,

And you will soon see,

The POW/MIA,

is the same as you and me.

They are Army, Marines, Air Force,

Navy and Coast Guard from the past,

They fought for freedom and liberty,

in hopes it would last.

They left their homes and their families,

Without even a pause,

They fought the enemy hard,

for they believed in the cause.

World War I, World War II, Korea, Vietnam

Gulf War I, Gulf War II, in battle they were calm.

Many thoughts crossed their mind,

As the enemy came near,

About what would really happen,

If we were taken prisoner or left to die here.

Would we make it home,

 to see our child walk,

Would we hear our teens say,

“Dad/Mom, we need to talk.”

Would we see Mom and Dad,

or would they be crying,

Because the enemy has ambushed,

And we lay here dying.

Now, it’s been 40 years ,

since we first heard the sound,

of bullets and combat and saw bodies around.

We have been waiting a time,

 in this twisted position,

our bones are so brittle,

And bad in condition.

Our dog tags and boots,

Are scattered around,

Have we been forgotten

Without being found.

But God who’s in Heaven,

Has made us a pact,

That one day real soon,

he’ll be coming back.

Until then we wait,

for our comrades to find,

a place for our homecoming,

without leaving us behind.

So soon our final journey,

Will lead us back to the States,

Although for so long,

We have watched from the gates.

Please don’t forget,

That our name’s on The Wall,

Of those missing and killed,

Who came when you called.

When you look at the names,

carved in the stone,

Remember us please,

We still long to be home.