An American Fighting Man

Written by CMSgt. Glen R. Harris USAF (Ret.)
Vietnam Veteran

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PRELUDE:  Please close your eyes and picture in your mind a man who is between 45 and 65 years of age.  He is sick, suffering from malnutrition, and is poorly clothed.  With trembling hands he clutches the window bars of a bare and dirty prison cell.  He is looking toward the sky as he speaks to his father in heaven: I am an American fighting man. I love my country, the people of my country and am proud to serve her. My country called me and I went. I am an American fighting man. I took training to learn to be an American fighting man. My country needed me and I went. I am an American fighting man. I was sent to a country far away from my home to fight for the freedom of the people of that country. My country needed me and I went. I am an American fighting man. I fought in the jungles of Vietnam, I watched my buddies die. My country needed me and I went. I am an American fighting man. My fellow countrymen spat upon me, called me a baby killer and dishonored me and my fellow fighting men. My country needed me and I went. I am an American fighting man. I served my country with dignity and honor and was proud to serve. My country needed me and I went. I am an American fighting man. I was captured by the enemy and made a prisoner. My country needed me and I went. I am an American fighting man. I was humiliated, tortured, beaten and called a war criminal. My country needed me and I went. I am an American fighting man. I kept faith; I served with dignity and honor. My country and her fighting men will come to get me. My country needed me and I went. I am an American fighting man. I have given my country all that I have, but my life. It has been twenty years since I went. My country and my fellow countrymen have forgotten me. I will never see my home and my loved ones again. My country doesn't need me now. My country needed me and I went. I am an American fighting man. I served my country with honor, I fought, I was captured, I have given all that I have, but my life. My country and my fellow countrymen have forgotten me. I will give my life alone and forgotten, because my country needed me and I went. MAY GOD BLESS OUR POW/MIA's.

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