I was a soldier, a fighter tried and true.

You may not remember me, but I went there for you.

I had my share of combat; I saw the blood and gore.

But somehow I am forgotten when they tell about that War.

They say we weren't real soldiers even though our blood was spilled.

They forget about our wounded, They forget about our killed.

Some say that we just partied there, And enjoyed that deadly tour.

How I resent those lies about me When they tell about that War.

I'm a woman and a veteran, I say it with great pride;

Having given of my very best There is nothing I need hide.

And now I have the right to ask That the burden that we bore,

Always be remembered When they tell about that War.

AUTHOR UNKNOWN