Your eyes were filled with innocence Your hearts would know no fear You went as proud Americans to a place beyond the tears Welcome home my brothers and sisters The time has come to heal Thought you were just nineteen and crucified by your country's need to kill Welcome home my brothers and sisters whose hearts would know no fear Your country's faith and kindness are the words you need to hear When you came trudging home again from that place beyond the tears The place you held as home again the place you held so dear was divided from their own my friend and unable to see clear So welcome home my brothers and sisters from that place beyond the tears and now that you arehoemagain May God let your hearts be healed i
Reason for writing:
evelop a story
I'm a video producer and Vietnam Veteran working on documentary
aboutPost-Traumatic Stress Disorder ( shell shock ) and am trying to
develop a story that addresses this problem. A tragically high
disproportionate number of veterans have committed suicide. There
are programs through the V.A. but these guys need to know about them
and the help they can receive.
Thankyou,
Walt Cronin
viola@ix.netcom.com
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