The following poem was written by Jerry Elliott's sister while she and my Dad were in Vietnam in 1999. She has agreed to share it with us all. Thank you, Donna! You are in our thoughts...
In my dream I can clearly see Jerry's face
The last Elliott of my family alive, I am eternally duty bound
My Father, my friend, my rock, my guide
No sure answer, no piece of bone have we found
We and the 55th JTF team worked so hard to find my brother
But harsh reality reveals only an empty space
To Vietnam we; Mike his Army buddy, and I his sister, came
Searching for something, anything, to ease the pain
To look and ask until my big brother is found
My worn body aches, heart and mind so very tired
Yet questions unanswered still burn in me like fire
Does he perhaps in Your house abide
With Mama, Daddy, and little sister Cindy Ann
Or does he somehow, somewhere, survive in a foreign land
Walking over the crash sites hallowed ground
Only half the choppers blade, a cornerpost in a cow's pen
Surely, Lord, this cannot be the final end
All clues end in KheSanh, at this time we can go no further
Now, in the rainy darkness of a South Vietnamese morn I pray
Please, Lord, give us all word of Jerry some day.
Copyright 1999, Donna Elliott
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