A Poet Beside Me Poem by Ronald Strickland

Dedicated to the Men of the 7/17 RUTHLESSRIDERS
Soaring over the jungle just over the trees,
just a man in the seat beside me.
A poet in motion shooting through the trees,
he had no worries that he would ever show,
not even to me.
What were the thoughts of this scout?
He was a brother to me.
We were soldiers fighting the VC.
Friends have fallen but never do they leave,
in memory, they stay with me.
The war was fought,
and heroes we will be.
Now writers, lawyers, preacher,
doctors, poet, a teacher,
that you will see.
My friends and Brothers
are lifetime friends and all heroes to me.