Waves
by John Puzzo
They are like the waves washing on shore,
58,237 of them.
They just keep coming from way out there,
until they wash up over your feet
and gently remind you of who they are
and who they were.
Sometimes the storms come
and the waves are not so gentle.
That’s when they’re grabbing us, and shaking us,
to make us remember.
Then they slide back into the ocean.
But they’ll be back.
They never really left.
Sometimes they leave something behind
and it takes your breath away.
“Here comes mine. There he is.”
And just as quickly he comes to
Fill your heart again, reaching you there
on the shore.
Then he recedes once again. Back into the sea.
58,237 others are making their way back to the shore
to meet theirs.
It takes a long time for 58,237 waves
to come against the shores of our memory,
where we wait to greet them.
But that’s alright. They’ll be back.
They don’t ever really leave us.
It would be like the sea itself suddenly evaporating.
They are the sea.
Those who only knew them on these shores,
the ones who sent them off –
“Be Safe. I will miss you. Write to me?
Let me know if you need anything.”
And you never forget that face.
Out there in the sea, with others of his kind
he looks back at you,
still there, on the shore, with your feet in the sand.
You are the last thing he sees, too.
They share something very precious
in the sea of sacrifice where they live now.
The ocean will never die.
It will keep sending them back to us
to remember.
Waves.
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John J. Puzzo
K Company (Ranger)
75th Infantry (Airborne)
United States Army 1968 - 1971
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John J. Puzzo
K Company (Ranger)
75th Infantry (Airborne)
United States Army 1968 - 1971
John is the published author of two books about Vietnam. He is a brilliant public speaker, and an all-around good guy from Connecticut.
"The Highlanders In the Viet Nam War"
"Vietnam and Hollywood"
“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale
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