WELCOME HOME MY SISTERS
 Written to honor the 10th anniversary of the Women's Memorial

We are standing here behind the WALL on the other side of life  It has been a long time since we have
seen you.  We are here today to say  thank you once again.  It is your time today that we stand here
waving, cheering, and so proud that you came  The time is short so some of us have been selected to say
what we all feel.  Thank you for caring and loving us and most of all for just being there.

My name is Mike; I was a Marine, stepped on a mine, during Operation Allenbrook.  I lost both legs.  
You were my nurse who told me I was going home.  You bathed me, kept me out of pain; you talked to
me about beginning a new. It was not easy but you gave me hope.  Today, I just retired; I have thought
of you often I don't even remember your name. I remember your face...thank you for being there for
me, giving me that hope.

My name is Roger; I was killed during a mortar attack, in Plieku.  You worked in graves registration.  
You made sure all my personal effects made it home to my wife.  I was there at night when you cried
over all of us.  I know it is hard my sister. Thanks for the prayer for my family and me.  Yes, God does
care and He remembers you.

My name is Tan; I have leposy.  I was a little child in Ban Me Thout, and you cared for me and helped
me.  I was there when they took you away in the middle of the night.  I missed your singing to me.   You
were my missionary.  My daughter has your name.

My name is Tony; my helicopter was shot down in the Plain of Reeds.  I was on your burn ward.  You
were the Red Cross worker that wrote letters home for me.  I told you that I loved you and you said all
the guys said that to you.  You don't understand I still do.  It was love at first sight.  I didn't mean to die
in my sleep.  I miss your smile.

My name is Wayne; I was killed when our base camp got over run at Bihn Phouc.
I remember the times when you came to play games with us.  You were our Donut Dolly. You took my
mind off the war, you made me forget.  I was from Indiana.  I told you that you reminded me of my
girlfriend.

My name is Susan, I was a nurse on Operation Baby lift, we are still caring for the Children.  Thank you
for your help in getting the children out and caring for them.  I tried to save them; they took two little
ones out of my arms who made it.  I am thankful.

My name is Johnny, they called me lucky cause you pointed to me to come dance with you on stage of
the Bob Hope Show in Dong Tam.  Thanks Ann Margaret, thanks for  letting me be your leading man.  I
died during a firefight in the Delta with the Mobile Riverine Force.  Thanks for the kiss on the cheek.

My name is Joe, and I am from Memphis.  I rode on your plane coming over to the Nam.
You told me it was okay to be scared and you were going to pray for all of us.  You took
My last letter I wrote to my mom and mailed it for me.  I remember your perfume and your beautiful
green eyes.  I was killed by a mine that blew up my truck my first day.

My name is Sharon; I am from Ohio. I was a nurse at the 312th Evac.  Mom, it's okay.
I have missed you all.  Thank you for helping build the Clinic in Vietnam.  The people are needy and
they don't hate us.  I did the right thing and I am so proud of you.  Daddy is here and he misses you so
very much.

My name is Jimmy, I was a medic and taken as a POW, you were the unit clerk that typed up the letter
telling my parents that I was Missing In Action and told them that all that could be done was being
done.  I died 12 years later in Laos.  No medicine, there were others.  I know you think of all of us but
just know; some of us are still alive and waiting to be found.  Please keep searching.

My name is Stan and I flew Tomcats.  I was shot down over Hanoi.  You were the Air Traffic Controller
who marked my location and sent in the teams to get me out.  But the NVA shot and killed me.  It is not
your fault”I took the risk it was worth it.

Hello Dusty my name is David.  I never got to tell you thanks for being there for me.
For holding my hand and telling me I was going to be okay.  Thanks for writing the letter to my mom;
she told me she so appreciated it when she got up here last year.  Dusty, thank you for staying with me
when I passed over.  It is so beautiful here.  I will be there for you when it is your time to come.  I will
call your name and I will hold your hand.  I love you.

So our sisters, one and all, you all did a job well done.  Please be easy on yourselves.  Do you realized
how many of us you saved, do you realize how many of us still have legs and arms that should have been
removed.  You helped ease our pain.  You took our minds off the war. Do you realize that YOU ARE
THE BEST and we appreciate all that you did; we love you so very much…thank you, WELCOME HOME
MY SISTERS.
Copyright November 2, 2003 by Kerry " Doc" Pardue

                                                                
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