The Wall He "went to the wall" this ordinary man,He gave it his all, this American. For country, family, personal pride, He fought, and prayed, and also cried. As we slept peacefully in our beds, He gave account of our honored dead. "They're my children too," he said as he wept, Each name from their dogtags carefully kept......in his heart. Vietnam behind him, he came back home, Picked the threads of his life up, one by one. Then....he went to "THE WALL", his thoughts are unknown, Between he and God, they kept them their own. But a bigger battle remained to be fought, He fought fiercely, bravely, and finally.....lost. He "went to the wall" this dying one, Spoke again to God...... "Come home, my son." Pauline McGrogan Cusick |
From: "Jim Good"
Sent: Monday, December 30, 2002 4:25 PM
I'd forgotten that Sgt Mac hit a mine. I remember when Otts was in charge as
a new guy. Interesting times.ÊI always thought very highly of Sgt Mac; he knew
his stuff, and had an evil sense of humor and a wild streak that kept life interesting
around him.
Jim