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The Soldier There once was a soldier A soldier that fought over in Vietnam This soldier was a Canadian And chose to help out his American friends in Vietnam There once was a soldier A soldier who walked across the U.S. of A This soldier lived in Canada And chose to help out his American friends in Vietnam There once was a soldier A soldier that suddenly died This soldier was proud to be a Canadian And chose to help out his American friends in Vietnam There once was a soldier And this soldier has a family This soldiers family lives in Newfoundland This soldier chose to help out his American friends in Vietnam There once was a soldier This soldier has a family This soldier's family wants this soldier to be buried in Newfoundland This soldier chose to help out his American friends in Vietnam There once was a soldier This soldier has a family in Newfoundland The government won't let this soldier be buried in Newfoundland This soldier chose to help out his American friends in Vietnam There once was a soldier This soldier was proud to be a Canadian This soldier's name was John W. Blake This soldier chose to help out his American friends in Vietnam There once was a soldier That was proud to be a Canadian And darn proud to help out his American friends in Vietnam Remember...That Canadian was John W. Blake This poem is dedicated to John W. Blake and to the family of John W. Blake Some Did Give All Us kids knew a soldier, only knew him as "sir", Only few of us knew his real name, But a hero, sure he was, Left when he was 19, came back when he was 24. Although, a lot of people can't see, The reason we are free, We'll never forget the look of terror in his eyes, and the look of fear on his face, When he told us these words: War...war is fighting, Fighting that could have been prevented. A lot of guns being fired, Guns that don't need to be fired. A lot of bombs being dropped or thrown, Bombs that really don't need to be dropped or thrown: Trenches dug all over the place, Soldiers being blown up...for that matter. But please...whatever you do...just remember this: All gave some, some gave all, Many stood for the red, white, and blue. However many did not. And if you ever think of those who fought, Think of your freedom and remember, Some did give all! Well, sir is no longer here. But his words are still clear and true, As they are said around this land, And all the soldiers who gave all, Who stood there and took the fall, For to help us and their fellow man, Love and live your country proud Please don't forget those who died Can't you see? War...war is fighting, Fighting that could have been prevented. A lot of guns being fired, Guns that don't need to be fired. A lot of bombs being dropped or thrown, Bombs that really don't need to be dropped or thrown: Trenches dug all over the place, Soldiers being blown up...for that matter. But please...whatever you do...just remember this: All gave some, some gave all, Many stood for the red, white, and blue. However many did not. And if you ever think of those who fought, Think of your freedom and remember, Some did give all! And if you ever think of those who fought Think of your freedom and remember... Yes remember... Some did give all... Yes they did... Some did give all... Oh yes... Some did give all... Please remember... Those who did give all! Please note.....I wrote this poem before I heard Billy Ray Cyrus's song "Some Gave All" Some Did Give All Us kids knew a soldier, only knew him as "sir", Only few of us knew his real name, But a hero, sure he was, Left when he was 19, came back when he was 24. Although, a lot of people can't see, The reason why we are free. War... war is fighting, Fighting that could have been prevented. A lot of guns being fired, Guns that don't need to be fired. A lot of bombs being dropped or thrown, Bombs that really don't need to be dropped or thrown! Trenches dug all over the place, But please...whatever you do...just remember this: All gave some, some gave all. Many stood tall for the flag of their land, And if you ever think of those who fought, Think of your freedom and remember, Some did give all! Well, sir is no longer here, But his words are still clear and true, As they are said around this land, All gave some, some gave all, For to help us and their fellow man, Love and live your country proud, Please don't forget those who died. On this remembrance day. This poem was revised from the one above it to enter into our Legion competition and it won First Prize at the local level and went onto Zone. Vietnam War Vietnam was the war that nobody wanted to admit they were in If they did Everyone gave them the cold shoulder. Until many years later when Three men decided to honor those Canadians who served in Nam. That then was the birth of the "North Wall" in Windsor, Ontario. At the dedication of the "North Wall", Many people turned out and made the day special. When about a year later, it was the first Anniversary of the memorial. It was an amazing day, with Rays of sun everywhere, and many people to make the day special, once again. Vietnam Vicious fighting, Intense heat, Everyday seemed like and eternity, Too many people died, Now look at us. People trying to Arrange a way to bring our brothers home. If anybody hears Me please help us bring our brothers home. They'll love you for it! This next poem is one that I've just written....It's not titled yet because I can't come up with a title that will be perfect for the poem....so I hope you enjoy this and please let me know if you come up with one....Thank you for your help. (One more thing....I haven't told anyone this...everyone who read it thinks I just came up with this idea....but it's an actual dream that I had the night before and it just stuck in my mind... so I thought I would write something about it...) One night while out walking I came across this vet We sat down on a bench And we talked We talked about what it was like Being over in Vietnam We got up off the bench We walked along the beach As we walked along the boardwalk I looked into his eyes From the look on his face and the expression in his eyes I could tell he was back on that battlefield He looked at me and said There's the gunshots to the left And the plane chases to the right Right above me there is a helicopter With a sniper in the door That's the sounds of Vietnam Then I realized when I awoke That the walk on the beach Was nothing but a dream Of a Vietnam Vet Who was a spirit A spirit that needed a friend Home If anyone has any poetry that they'd like put on my page....please email it to me and I will make sure that it goes on. Thank you very much :-)  © 1997