I Never Forgot My Brother
You had a fight with the "old man", next thing I knew you were gone.
You were and always will be, my big brother.
You left for Vietnam, two days after my ninth birthday.
The last thing you said to me was "Take care of my bike, I'll be back soon."
I never saw you again.
They said you were killed but they did not find your body to send home.
We got a flag instead.
I still take care of your bike.
I ride her on Sundays, to keep her ready for you.
I'm older now, Mom and Pop are gone.
I hope you know Pop didn't mean it.
You have a nephew, he reminds me of you.
Some have forgotten, but not me, I never forgot.
One day we'll ride our harleys together.
-Sick Nick Nicolaisen
In memory of Private Nicolaisen