Freddy A. Williams


The year was 1949:

March 4th I was still blind – March 5th I came into the world,
kicking and screaming, ready to give life a whirl.

I ran and played and the study was overrated;
I loved recess; threw paper wads in study hall even dated.
Grew up hunting and fishing even drank a few beers
Walked tall for I had no fear.

Then in ‘68 I walked through hells front gate
“Let me at them!” I yelled, “I can’t wait.”
There in the rain dirt and blood,
My youth left me as a great flood.

Twenty years after I was born,
I was lost and forlorn;
My youth was gone my bravery tested.
From all the struggle, would I ever get rested?
For months of turmoil torture and dust,
I learned in a heartbeat whom I could trust.

A mother waited at home for the one to whom she gave birth,
Expecting him to come home healthy and full of mirth.
Unknown to her he had a rebirth;
He came home with a limp and gray in his hair.
He didn’t laugh run or play – that wasn’t fair.
He left an excited boy – he came home…
but where was the joy.

He had been reborn in a country far, far away;
No running jumping or roughhouse play
For he had been reborn – in a land far away.