A Vet
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Randy McClave
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My dad was a vet
He served without regret,
He served and fought in World War 2
For our country, and for you.
He bled and he cried
When he was shot, and when his companions died,
But, patriotically he served
Proud, honorable and unnerved.
He served in a foreign land
Which was controlled by a dictators evil hand,
He served there overseas
In the mud, on the streets and in the trees.
His name is somewhere written
When he arrived in Great Britain,
When he and others were sent off to war
So, someday there would be no more.
My dad fought for freedom
Knowing that time soon would become,
With his blood and tears and sweat
My dad was a proud vet.
Randy L. McClave
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