Russ Vaughn, the Poet Laureate of the Right, has struck again. Enjoy this one:

VETERANS' DAY

How liberals do defy the mind

For nothing in theirs' can we find,

That willingly will look with reason

At how their man committed treason,

Skulked off to Paris this effete

To grovel at the Madame's feet,

Betraying his sworn officer's oath

To become the turncoat we so loathe.

Our law is clear you shall not treat

With America's foes nor their cadres meet;

Give aid nor comfort to enemy forces

Nor espouse a view from hostile sources.

Without a mandate from the state

Wherefrom your right to negotiate?

Was treason, John, and is treason still

To this very day your unpaid bill.

Don't try to hide behind your youth.

You knew the law you knew the truth.

You knew your faux negotiation

Would further tear our war—torn nation

And all for what, John, your career

So you can shameless brazen here,

And claim now that you're fit to lead

The very nation you made bleed?

And yet before us there you stand

With medals blazing you demand

Such treachery we must ignore

Your treason that lost us our war.

But hold on, John, we veterans say,

You had your turn, now comes our day.

You thought we slept, forgot your crime?

Oh no, John boy, it's come our time.

Some say let you apologize

But that won't do it in our eyes.

A man astride of each position

Could we believe your true contrition?

The vindication we'll accept

In settling up this long—held debt,

Is each of us will do his best

To deny you, John, your lifelong quest.

Listen carefully John to what we say, November 2d is Veterans' Day.

Russ Vaughn

2d Bn, 327^th Parachute Infantry Regiment

101^st Airborne Division

Vietnam 65—66