I do hope you enjoy reading my writings that I created for the year of 2019. |
| Daddy was a Humanitarian By Lisa Noe Daddy was an airman, He fought for this mighty land For you and me he risked his life and lost it in the end. Daddy was a soldier, who fought in a foreign land. In a land called Vietnam, way back in nineteen-sixty-eight. He earned a shiny medal, for humanitarian efforts He earned medals for many things but that’s the one I am proud of. Because it says he loves all and treats all humanely. My daddy died because of that war, something called agent orange. |