By Thomas F. Whiteman
The memories often still haunt me
The sounds of war echoing in my ears
The cries of help from my buddies dying
Of the young soldier trembling and crying
The deadly explosions all around me
The whistling of Bullets as they fly
These lingering horrors of war
My mind cannot seem to deny
Although the vivid images, are products of the past
They are not the only ones that the shadows of my mind cast
For I can proudly see our flag flying
Amind the smoke and thunderous sky
When I visualize old glory in my mind
A tear beings to fill my eye
I was only one of many to answer my country's call
Forgot not my brave and loyal comrads
Those, who on the battlefield, did fall
I ask not for your pity, I had a job to do
I am but one of many disabled vets
Who now call on help from you
Forget this wheelchair that carries me
Or that I am missing my arm and leg
My pride will not allow for me to, come to you and beg
All I ask is that you remember, to open up your heart
Support and respect all our disabled vets
It can never be too soon too start
I salute you for your courage, to step forth and hear my plea
For if it was not for America's vets
This great nation would not stand free!
