If his eyes could tell one thousand words, what would they tell you? If his mind could hold one thousand scenes would you really want to view? If you had to send one thousand kids off to save your life, How many one thousand things could you do to spare them their strife? And if one thousand seems too large to possibly believe, Then let me tell you it was millions, so don't be so naive. Our wars have been made into movies,some won awards for the best of show, But wars weren't movies they were Hell, and our nation's kids volunteered to go.

To those who tread upon a mine field, one wrong step would take your lives, To those left upon the mine field, dying, bleeding to memories of your wives, To those who approached an enemy unit, trembling with unknown fear, To those who went to protect our country when we never saw your tears, I have one thing to say to you, each and every one, I love you for what you did for me, your are my Prodigal Son. Years have passed and it still rages on, those lost and missed by all, Wherever you are, whatever you see, you're my hero, PLEASE STAND TALL. From Dory Maust, American Bikers Motorcycle Club

Gettysburg National Cemetery

Bobby Kessel D Company 1st Battalion 4th Marines Delta 14 February 1947-March 1967 K.I.A. Land Mine Explosion Vietnam R.I.P.