My guy was a marine and I was so proud.

One day, he came home to say

‘To Vietnam I am to go’.  I cried out loud,

Looking at my one year old little boy.

In two months, I gave birth to a second son.
My hero was flying his airplane across the sky
when our son was born.  I just had to cry.
His dad would not see him for another year.

He came home to me and two little boys,
holding his head down because,

Back then, he did not feel proud.
He was not supported for all that he did.

So many were against that war.
Some shouted and screamed that he should not be there,
Three years later, he came home to say

‘I will go back to Vietnam’.

Again, my heart broke for the sadness and fear.

I thought ‘another year I must endure’.
Seven months and I was to give birth to our third son.
Again, in the maternity ward, I felt so alone.

My hero came home and I was so proud.
Yet, no one clapped as he got off the plane.
No one said, “Thank you, Marine, for your sacrifice.”
He did not ask to go and fight but he did proudly

He was not there for the birth of either son.
He was fighting a war for them to be free.
He is my hero, you see.

GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS

Sarah Berthelson sarah1@bigriver.net