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Hey adlanders look what I found, I tried to engage several times but my BIOS must have been glued to noway, Anyway, a young man at Dell ( bless his being )in India, in a city I can't spell, helped with " cookies " and hopefully I can post some thoughts I put together shortly afterWWII and during the Korean Conflict, not unlike the Iraq Conflict II ( Dr David, well tell you that I find pride in doing it my way, perhaps some of you will appreciate my poem entitled, I DIED FOR AMERICA I died for America in a blood-filled trench, I died for my country in the blood and the stench,Before I died I had time to think as brothers around me began to sink , I thought of my home in a land far away there the sky was blue and the mood was gay, I thought of the reasons that I must fight, to keep my country free and right,THEN, the lead hit me, alone in the sand, I died for my friends in a faraway land, But before I died , I HAD TIME TO THINK.Before I died I had timeto think------- When I visited the Vietnam Memorial ,as it opened, I took a copy of my thoughts and as I started at the A's and read down the rolls I prayed for each and ever young man as it could have been me ( this hurts so deep > When I came to Capt. Eddie Boado ( I had grown up with him and Emo and had fished many hours with his dad at Wrightsville Beach, Johnny Mercer pier where I ran the fishing counter, sold tickets and made tha best dogs you ever tasted )The name stuck me like a mind dagger, I posted the Poem at the base of the black memorial to him. I hope you can see into my spiritual vision with this post, respective and cordially, I am, Bob Matthews
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