Born on the Eleventh of November

(To Julie Kink in honor of our beloved Vietnam Veterans)


A loving sister came to the Wall

Looking for her brother’s name

She touched the living image

"Who’s there?…we look much the same."


She caressed the etched soul "David R. Kink"

Talking to herself…no, her dear brother

Who went off to War, Vietnam, fighting for Peace

Hiding tears from his eight-year-old sister.


Each Veterans Day she went to see her brother

The black granite

The green pasture

The dew that blanketed the night.


She brought a flower for David’s Birthday

A whole world she had for her brother

She held him in her heart

He was born on the Eleventh of November…

Linh Duy Vo
Autumn 1997

The poem was read on Veterans Day 1997 at President Nixon Library & Birthplace by Director John H. Taylor.





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