A Troop, 3rd Squadron, 4th Cavalry 25th ID - Vietnam

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     "A Son Was There" - Verlie Hardigree Moore
 Mother of John Moore, A Troop 1968/1969

     This poem was written to a son, serving in Vietnam, by his mother.  It expresses the feelings of the loved ones who suffered the anguish of waiting while we were "in country".  Note: I was not aware my mom had written this until I found it when placing her household in order when she went to a nursing home.

A Son Was There
The Vietnam War left its scars
And deeper wounds than most wars.

A son took his turn
And a mother for him would yearn.

Letters would arrive now and then:
From far away places, she knew not when.

Her daily thoughts were deep and weary
Where was he?  Nothing seemed cheery.

Visions of him came and went.
Dreams, too, added to her lament.

She saw him in dreams, lying prone.
Was than an omen of things to come?

The telegram came: she did pray.
Wounded but safe, thus did it say.

One long year passed, home he came.
The scars were there; always to remain.

This son was lucky, others are gone.
This mother is thankful; he's once again home.

                          Verlie Hardigree Moore
                                                 1969


John R. Moore
Tucson, AZ

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