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anger even alienate. Shared with others, emotions unite
as we see we aren't alone. We realize others weep with us."
~Susan Wittig Albert

Through our writing, we walk out of the darkness into the light
together, one small step at a time, recording history, educating
America, and we are healing.
~CJ/Todd Dierdorff



Saturday, July 26, 2014

Saving Tears: by Doyle Watters

Weary Looks in our Eyes ...

















Saving Tears


We brothers gathered in silence with weary looks in our eyes.
So many years had passed, still our reflections remained painful.
Comfort of mind, there's no such thing, until self is accepted.
We looked like anyone else, I guess, from the outside looking in.
We talked rice paddies, jungles, and bombs that fell on Hill 875.
Been a long time, we'd been saving tears, for this mournful cry.

Logic was set aside to chase the unknown without knowledge.
Imagination had held us captive, as we've pondered the whys.
Years stole our memories, but dared not to touch our scars.
Nightmares kidnapped sleep, laughing at the anguish it caused.
Post traumatic stress disorder we've all been deeply affected.
Been a long time, we'd been saving tears, for this mournful cry.

My health is slipping quickly someone said, mine too the reply.
They sprayed us with chemicals, sent us home to rot and die.
Drunken nobodies, without jobs some were labeled and scorned.
A black granite wall built to jog the silence of a past which slept.
It dances to the rhythm of motion, in the darkest of midnights.
Been a long time, we'd been saving tears, for this mournful cry.

From mother earth we were all slung, into uncertainties of life.
Lost at the controls of society, we search for what lies beyond.
Hoping those young lives, that gave their all, we'll see again.
Our intentions to go, and return whole, but none of us did.
Yet, youth allowed us to solidify an everlasting brotherhood.
Been a long time, we'd been saving tears, for this mournful cry.



CSM Doyle Watters 
Vietnam Veteran
US Army Retired


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“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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    1. Michael LansfordJuly 26, 2014 at 4:17 PM

      Right on the money with everything Doyle. I was on a different hill but all were the same in the end, just names, numbers, hills, valleys. Thanks for all you did also, my friend & comrade. Michael Lansford Hill 937, Ashau Valley, :Hamburger Hill , 69.

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  2. So eloquently put! Thanks for speaking for us all!

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  3. The "Camaraderie" of the time period spent over in 'Nam is something that one treasures for an eternity. NEVER has this same bonding occurred back home in the civilian world. As they always say, "It Was The Best Of Times, It was The Worst Of Times"

    God Bless and take care of all my "brothers"

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