Ed Freeman (In Memorial) Medal Of Honor Poem by Luke Easter

You are a kid but in a war at 19 years of age,
11/14/1965 critically wounded and in a daze,
Somewhere, Central Highlands of Viet Nam,
Machine guns, need to be saved but who can?

Safe at home your family is 12,000 miles away,
Unit is outnumbered, LZ (landing zone) X-ray,
Intense is enemy fire CO held MedEvac at bay,
I wonder, is it possible, please, not my last day?

Wait! It is a faint sound of a helicopter coming in,
Commanding Office did not order them to begin,
The world fades in and out, maybe only a dream,
The sound is getting louder, for help you scream.

Captain Ed Freeman monitoring his radio heard,
The order to stop assistance, really, those words,
What the? They said MedEvac but that’s not me,
I’m getting shot at anyway might as well go see.

Damn! I can fly this thing can’t I, the Huey lands,
Small son of a gun so only one, two, a third man,
Swift up & away safely back to the nurses, docs,
Hero Ed, again & again, a race against the clock.

And no one knew in the midst of battle, the fray,
Until the mission was over, oh never did Ed say,
He had been hit four times in the legs, left arm,
Not ordered to put him self in the way of harm.

Some trips the Huey could only leave with two,
He still brought 29 wounded soldiers, plus you,
How easily he could have flown the other way,
His passing last week at 80 is just another day.

Medal of Honor, Ed Freeman, US Army Air,
You don’t have to be a Marine to do and dare,
Captain passed away 08/20/08 in Boise, Idaho,
Potatoes! Occasionally, heroes they also grow.