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as we see we aren't alone. We realize others weep with us."
~Susan Wittig Albert

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Wednesday, December 10, 2014

The Christmas War: by James M. Hopkins

Our Side of the Christmas War 

The Christmas War

by James M. Hopkins

On Christmas Eve in '69
I watched our tracer bullets fly;

And in their flight
Their bright red light
Lit up the earth and sky.

Then from the dark,
From guns unseen,
Their shots flew back at us
Bright green!

And back and forth,
Throughout the night,
We fought the Christmas-colored fight...

(...back home, the happy children
Unwrapped gifts of toys...
Barbie dolls and little toy cars...)

...while we killed our brothers
In The Christmas War.

Copyright © 1995 James M. Hopkins

“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 comment:

  1. My dad wrote this.. more at Vietvet.org/blades.htm


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