   Have you met him You know the one with faded jeans worn at the knees He carries a flag somewhere in that black jacket usually over the heart Country and Man are never apart His wrinkles line his face reflecting weather some bad, some fair He doesn't care He earned every line From the jungles of Vietnam to the back streets fighting crime His courage is reflected in his eyes His head proud and he doesn't cry The miles have won only dusty disdain You see he won't quit Win or lose Its not his way Have you met him From street corner to pub along Highway curbs and desert scrub He has that thousand year stare He is not the kind you question or approach His manners are rarely above reproach Yet his heart lies in open view and everyone knows his firm handshake is a guarantee given to few  |
Comments
- A splendid characterization of some of our Nam vets, some of whom I have met, or know whose look from their eyes tells of many tales stored in their psyche. The tough appearance is only a veneer of a heart of gold. Thank you C for the glimpse into the life and heart of one I know well....Deserving of that silver!
- Hello..welcome to our group contest
so good to see this in recognition of our Heroes of wars, and the effort you show in relating to friends or foes of the past, great piece here, thank you and good luck
M - A very relatable piece for me-- and being a Vet of the Vietnam War, I can admire your mention of that era within this well versed composition---Excellent portrayal with an abundance of imagery.
best of luck to you in the contest!
