I had led a good life  At least I felt I had Now I lay bleeding, thinking of my wife The last look I saw was her face, so sad I was being sent to war To fight and possibly die Fortunately, I did not know what was in store All my time in Vietnam. I could not forget that last goodbye. A single enemy bullet had struck my chest I fell to the ground with blood seeping from me Our medic was doing his absolute best Thank God my wife was not there to see They loaded me onto a chopper with doc at my side “You will make it,” he said, reassuring me I would live I am only twenty, with so much to give Please, dear God, let me survive this ride There is power in prayer, or so they say I should have died in that rice paddy I have lived every day since, grateful to God for giving me one more day. I am alive to hear the sweetest words any man can hear. “That’s our granddaddy.” Recognized Author Notes This poem could be written about any war. I chose Vietnam because of my brothers and those that served. Their sacrifices should never be forgotten. When you see a veteran from any war or service. Please thank them for their service. i know they will appreciate it!!

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