What is America?
by Dave Hizer - K-9 Vietnam  1970-‘71

If each and every American asked themselves
if they know what the word communist means,
some would say yes, and others would say no.
The people who say yes don't really know what communism is,
unless they've seen it firsthand.

However, a person who has seen communism first hand
knows what the word freedom means
and what the word freedom stands for to an American vet.
Can I tell you how lucky we are to have our freedom,
and to be able to live in a free country, other than paying
high taxes?
We are very lucky to have what we have today in America.

Thank God for the veterans that went to war
to keep our country free…
to keep us from becoming a communist country.

Please, ask yourself what the word freedom means. Why?
Because you don't ever want to see
the communism that veterans have seen.

Stand up for your freedom!
We did… with our blood.

So, enjoy your freedom and have a nice day!



The Big Black Wall by Dave Hizer

There's teddy bears, high school rings
and old photographs that mamas bring,
of their young boys playing ball.
There's combat boots he used to wear
when he was sent over there.
And there's fifty thousand names carved in the wall.

There's cigarettes, cans of beer and notes that say,
"I miss you, dear!"
and children who don't say anything at all.
There's purple hearts, packs of gum
and fatherless daughters and fatherless sons.
And there's fifty thousand names carved in the wall.

They come from all across this land
in pickup trucks and minivans,
searching for a boy from long ago.

They scan the wall and find his name.
teardrops fall like pourin' rain,
then silently they leave a gift and go.

There's Stars of David and rosary beads,
crucifixion figurines
and flowers of all colors large and small.

There's a Boy Scout badge, a merit pin
and a little American flag wavin' in the wind.
And there's fifty thousand names carved in the wall!

There's fifty thousand names carved in the wall




Hello from the Inside by David Hizer


Hello, hey hello, hello there.
We say hello to everyone that walks by our home.
Sometimes you will look,
but most of the time you just walk on by
and never say a word.

We have a flag outside our bedroom
where we rest.
It is red, white and blue,
and sometimes it is black and white.

But we say hello,
and you still walk on by our resting place.

We live in every state in the USA.
There are 58,000 of us.
Our names are POW/MIA
or KIA’s like Sam, Mike, Bill, Frank,
and maybe even your son.

You can find our address in the book
that has POW/MIA on the outside.
Our names are on the walls
that stand for freedom in your home town
and in Washington, DC.

And sometimes we have water
running over our names.
Some people call it rain,
but we call it the tears of freedom
from the inside of our resting place.


Hello, hello, there goes more people.
We would like for you to stop by and
just say “thank you” for your freedom.
They just walk on past and didn’t say a word.
But that’s okay, we will be here for you
when you hear our cries of “hello, hello, hello!”
So go ahead and walk on by
on that road of freedom that we are
now standing guard over
for everyone’s freedom.

Oh, we must go now.
We hear the bagpipes starting to play
and we hope the guys fire those guns
twenty-one times.
And that one guy plays taps for us.
Just to say “thank you,”
and rest in peace in our new home!