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AMERICA'S FAVORITE SONS I remember faces of my brothers as each of them met his death. I recall pain of sorrowful remorse as each one drew his last breath. Like a doctor's son of Georgetown, and the corn-picker's boy of Waterloo, the Morman preacher's kid of Salt Lake, and son of a beer bottler of St. Lou. The shrimp fisherman's first-mate who left home in upstate Cape Cod, each of them stepped on a landmine, and left Vietnam to favor his God. It was my honor to know and met them as I first shook each brother's hand. None born to die to be forgotten, just a soldier in some foreign land. A beef farmer's son from Topeka, and tan surfboarder from Honolulu, that cotton-picker of nearby Selma, and a logger's son of Spokane too. An oil tycoon's firtborn of Dallas and a coalminer's son of Allentown, Like the son of a Harvard attorney, they each took an artillery round. A tobacco grower of Winston-Salem, and dairy farmer's boy near Madison, every brother a hero who died there, remains America's favorite son. |
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