My brother is presently fighting a hard battle against cancer. He was exposed to Agent Orange in Vietnam and has battled for the past 10 years various types of cancer. As soon as he is in remission from one bout, it moves to another area of his internal organs. What's extra sad about my brother's situation is that he was the only son and was not to be sent to Vietnam. However, he was drafted and had to go. He does not know I have written this poem. It's best he does not know. He is still hopeful for a miracle.

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