A tribute to Richard A. Brandon from his son.   You were just a boy, but quickly became a man, When they sent you off to Viet Nam. God preserved your life and brought you home, There you met a girl to call your own. To the church you sped On that day to wed, In your hurry to cross the street Your maker, you did almost meet.   In your younger days you threw a shoe, Through the air and into a pit it flew. Friends would cheer, when it clanged and hit the pin Boy, I sure hope the