A Vet­eran’s Day poem by lo­cal res­i­dent Paul Haney

Cecil Whig - - A••END A FREE - By PAUL HANEY

Spe­cial to the Whig

Dog Tags They are made of tin A chain at­tached at one end Proudly worn Un­til the jour­ney’s end This cheap piece of jew­elry Has value to those who have served And to loved ones The mem­o­ries that are pre­served It is hung around the neck Or tucked in a boot In peace, it is in a pocket In war, on a hero’s foot Rusted, bat­tered, scarred This in­for­ma­tion still sur­vives An item of mem­ory For those who came home alive Stuffed in draw­ers Or hon­ored on a plaque Saved with pride Fond mem­o­ries of years back It hangs on shelves For­got­ten by most But the Vet knows Dog tags have a cost

What writer Paul Haney has to say about the poem: Af­ter watch­ing a story about the re­turn of dog tags, to a Viet­nam vet 40 years later, I sat down and wrote this poem. … [It] is def­i­nitely one of my best and ev­ery vet can re­late to its mes­sage.

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