May 25,2009 — Fort Wayne, IN
My beautiful complicated husband served in Vietnam from 1967- 70. He remembers those he served with vividly every night. Here's a comment from him, and a poem I wrote for him this very day the 25th of May. We just celebrated his birthday on the 22, I am blessed to have him in part with me, because some of him was left in the nam somewhere.
This Memorial Day I remember my comrades who fell as we celebrate for those of us who lived it still seems to late. James Fanroy
My country called and I fought,
I learned well what I was taught.
Vietnam the things i've seen
Some were beyond mean.
I served my country as I should,
To liberate a people for the better good,
Three years I gave of my life
Come home to eggs thrown and names called, in my heart they jabbed the knife.
I gave all I could and have never understood
Only the Vietmanese treated me good.
But the country I fought for threw me away,
Nightmares remind me day by day.
What I left of me in Vietnam for my country,
Never will I be the same me I use to be.
Getting off the plane in uniform I was proud,
To greet me was an egg throwing name calling crowd.
What keeps me are those memories of those I liberated
Memorial Day my fallen comrades are by me celebrated.
To those who came back and live,
Honor to myself and you I give.
To all those who fought with my beloved James Fanroy (Army 151st Calf) I honor you along with my beautiful husband the war you fought is not ashamed or forgotten. I benifited from your lose and sacrifice if no one else acknowledges this fact I do. All who answered the call by our countries government "well done good and faithful servants" this day and forevermore.