Get Out The Hot Dogs, We'Re Going To The Beach - Poem by Joe Rosochacki
Four day weekend,
It's within our reach, .
For some Americans
Get Out Hot Dogs We're Going to the Beach.
Memorial sales, cars, furniture,
What's with that,
Parades that would make people cheer
Far cry from Fajullah, Vietnam,
Korea, D-day, Afghanistan
Corrigador, Iwo Jima and the march to Bataan.
Yet the people that served would some how would've wanted it this way
on this Memorial Day.
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