James J. Rice : Our Freedom

A land of beauty, bright colors,
mysterious people;
Sand and green, rain and sun,
Hot and arid, moist and muddy.
Always changing,
never constant.
Long Hours, little pay, no rest,
Why us?
Freedom rings far away,
Freedom lives, Freedom is us
We are here.
Sounds of laughter,
children playing
The day is hot, dry, wet
Sounds of war, fighting, dying
The night is cold, long, lonely
A day is a week,
months are years.
Hard work, labor, sweat and
especially tears
Let go, give up
Never!
Freedom is ours
share it
Hell Yes!
For Freedom we work,
live and die.

©James J. Rice

JAMES J. RICE

PFC - E2 - Marine Corps - Regular
21 year old Single, Caucasian, Male
Born on Jul 19, 1946
From NEWTONVILLE, MASSACHUSETTS
Length of service 1 year.
His tour of duty began on Feb 01, 1967
Casualty was on Feb 07, 1968
in QUANG TRI, SOUTH VIETNAM
HOSTILE, GROUND CASUALTY
GUN, SMALL ARMS FIRE
Body was recovered
Religion
ROMAN CATHOLIC

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