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The Wall (poem)
By Barry L. Reece
[Printer-Friendly Version] We were wrong, terribly wrong.
Robert McNamara
Visitors stand in silence—sharing
grief and pain. War casualties
etched in polished granite.
1959 2
1960 5
1961 16
Each year the numbers grow, row
after row. Young lives cut short.
1966 6,144
1967 11,614
1968 16,589
A girl stops, gently touches the
name of the father she never met.
Tears flow freely.
Leaders in Washington are not moved
by sentimentality. Vietnam casualties
are acceptable losses.
It was a long war
A tragic war
An unwinnable war
—Barry L. Reece
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