P.O.W./M.I.A.

A lost patrol still roams the night
in the jungles of Vietnam
searching for their fire base
to release their souls from harm.

Thirty years have come and gone;
for them the war is without end.
They wander through the endless night
sworn to their country to defend.

They are the Ghost Warriors in search of peace;
M.I.A.'s in their nation's eyes.
But if you listen in the silence
you can hear their lonely cries.

Is it our destiny to tread this barren soil
in a war that will never end?
Will our Nation give up the search
to bring us home again...

Richard D. Preston
©1999

Page created: Saturday, 27 May 2000

~ Music ~
Black Is Black

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