Bobby Easton

I AM A PRISONER OF WAR

I am an American Prisoner of War and I am Missing in Action some where in the jungles of Southeast Asia, the coalmines of North Korea, or the gulags of the Soviet Union.

I am your father, I am your son, I am your brother, or maybe even your Uncle Sam.

I joined the service because I believed in Duty. I served proudly because I believed in Honor, and I fought hard because I believed in God and Country.

As a soldier I was prepared to fight: as a soldier I was prepared to be wounded: and as a soldier I even was prepared to die: but I was never prepared to be abandoned. Abandoned by my Military, Abandoned by my Politicians, Abandoned so that some one could make a dollar off the ashes of my soul.

You as Americans have the power to bring me home: The power of the pen and the power of the vote. Many of my brothers and I are still alive in Southeast Asia. Won’t you use you power and bring me home so that I may once again walk the land of the free and the home of the brave.

God bless America, I miss you so.