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Hometown Heroes

          Occasionally I let my mind recall,    those childhood memories; all in all.      My mind travels back in time so far,    that my well worn memories find a young Aaron Darr.      Aaron was the only older boy in our town,     that included us youngsters, who were standing around.       His buddies protested, but Aaron would say,    "Stick them in right field, they'll chase balls all day".      Aaron was a small town boy, pretty much like me,    he was a cut above average, it was plain to see.      Infectiously smiling with those country boy eyes,    that Illinois town knew it had a real prize!      Ominously, the dreaded draft came along,    Everything that could go, would go wrong.      We lost a young man with a smile that beamed,    The government gained a fine young Marine.      I'm sure you've figured out the way this story ends,    what happened to this hometown hero, and all Ameriacan friend.      When I remember his passing, I always start to sweat,   shot down in Viet-Nam, as he saved his fellow Vets.      There was no money to buy a marker for his grave,   so the Gent girls asked the people, and all the people gave.      That plaque still looks new on cemetary hill,   barely twenty two when he died; he wasn't even ill.      Remember our veterans who died over there,   they all need your thoughts, they'd all like a prayer.      Aaron I thank you for letting me play,   with you and your buddies on that warm summer day.      You are a true hero and always will be,   laid down your young life for people like me.

Copyright © February 2001 Mark D. Kilburn

Additional Notes:
I wrote this with humility because I couldnt carry Aarons boots. It is all true and I think once you forget all the political bull, all you have left is the fact that 50,000 American boys died thousands of miles from home. They did it for us - you and me. Lets remember that, and not forget their youthfulness.


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