Bobby Easton

SIX DAYS AT BRADLEY POINT

At Bradley Point the Stars and Stripes
Were drifting in the light,
And the air was filled with brotherhood
In the silence of the night.
As soft light cast an eerie glow
Upon a wall of black,
We all stood, The Brotherhood,
As it brought the mem’ries back.

As I walked among the brotherhood
There were handshakes, hugs, and tears,
Feelings some will never know,
No matter how long the years.
The music drifted softly upon the ocean breeze,
As tears flowed free and hearts beat fast,
As weakness filled the knees.

They came that night, the brotherhood,
To honor those who died,
In a far off land called Vietnam,
Across the oceans wide.
The “Moving Wall”, a tribute paid
To that granite wall of stone,
Where 58,000 heroes lay
And call forever, home.

I met an ebony warrior
With his eyes so full of tears,
Who had come to find three names that night,
Held for all these years.
They died the day that he came home
Upon the “Freedom Bird”,
Almost thirty years of waiting
And now he’s finally heard.

Almost thirty years of living
In his self-imposed prison cell,
Almost thirty years of memories and dreams
Of his walk through hell.
As we talked and cried I held him,
My arms around him tight,
After thirty years he left his pain
At the “Moving Wall” that night.

With candles held high
And “Some Gave All” driftin’ on the wind,
The brotherhood stood solid
As they let their healing begin,
And as hundreds formed the circle,
All standing hand in hand,
We sang “Goodnight Saigon” with pride,
This Brotherhood Of Man.

Now Bradley Point stands barren
‘Cept where “Old Glory” flies,
But if you listen carefully
You still can hear the cries.
Six days she stood, that “Moving Wall”,
A tribute to the brave,
And the brotherhood stands taller now,
God bless the U.S.A.

©Copyright 1995 by Bobby Easton