One Taken, One Left
They were brothers born a year apart,
the elder just nineteen.
Folks said they were inseparable-
Unbeatable as a team..
But elder brother went to war
in far off Vietnam.
His brother vividly recalls
The day He heard Jim's gone.
Never again to take the field,
Or hear his voice again.
A Lifetime's conversation
brought prematurely to an end.
One was taken, one was left,
Both forever changed.
One brother is forever young-
There in the picture frame.
The Younger is the elder now
Each year he grows more grey.
Sufficient is the evil
He has dealt with since that day
poem by John F. McCullagh
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