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Even if battle over, vets still fight on

Editor, OBSERVER:

Veterans past and present, thanks for you for preserving our freedoms.

You lost your comrades.

You lost your youth.

You lost your sight.

You lost your limbs.

You lost your hearing.

You lost your minds.

Many were paralyzed.

Many were inflicted with Agent Orange.

Many POWs suffered from starvation.

Their’s is a would that may never heal — that is when our men and women were in Vietnam — the protests that took place against the War. But more importantly, how badly they were treated when they came back home!

What they didn’t lose was the horror of war.

The following is from an article in the OBSERVER dated March 5, 2002 by Paul V. Lutz.

He speaks of his friend, Bob Briggs, who was a Marine and had been in prolonged firefights and full-scale battles in Korea. Like most other men who have lived through those horrors of seeing their comrades and close buddies suddenly become a mass of bloody pulp, he is reluctant to talk about it.

Some “shrinks” refer to this as survivor guilt, while others call it survivor gratitude.

In any event, no one would want to relive it.

Most importantly, you never lost your resolve to fight on.

CLEM WOROSZ,

Dunkirk

Editor, OBSERVER:

This was a poem written by my father, Carleton Lancaster, who is now deceased. I thought it might be something you would have in your paper for Veterans Day.

“Unknown Soldier”

Rest, soldier, in your long, sweet sleep.

The rumbling of the guns which craven men employ,

The bugle calling o’er the deep,

The silence of your tomb cannot destroy.

Betrayed, you lie beneath the sod,

Your life unlived, hopes unfulfilled.

Trusting fellow men, loving Gog,

You fell, your youthful heart forever stilled.

Rest, soldier, in your long, sweet sleep,

Around you peace and quiet reign.

The sentry honoring thee his lonely vigil keeps,

Guarding freedom that you may not have died in vain.

RICHARD LANCASTER,

Westfield

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