A Veteran’s Day poem by local resident 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.