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We Take Care of Our Own
From Vietnam to Welcome Home
The years have come and gone
For some the scars of war go deep
But still we carry on
No promises or accolades
No "Thank You" for your time
Instead our patriotic chore
By some was called a crime
But those of us who went to Nam
As brothers we came home
And always will endure because
We take care of our own.
Howard G. Yates
© 2/24/09
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