Dâ€™ye think heâ€™d listen? Na,
So I screamed â€œWakeup Fool!â€?BR>With a cup of grief his wayâ€?
â€¦for thereâ€™s no glory to die in
Vietnam; for a country that
Sweeps it soul away!...
And so the fearful fool awoke,
To live another day!...
In this game called face the foe
In the far-off jungles by
The South China Sea.
Vietnam: Red Silence
I cannot silence, though I try
The sound of rockets in the sky;
Hurls at us in five-ton trucks:
The odyssey, of staying alive.
Yet, life is still a joyâ€”and all is wellâ€?BR>(As we make earth our little hell).
We who hear warâ€™s red silence
(And are still alive to tell)
Lift up your eyes, see heaven,
Get out of the mud, awhile.
In fact, I didnâ€™t mind the horrors of war
For that is what we were there for;
Rather, I hated the mud, rain and grime;
And the shrapnel at times.
And I found in the open jungle
Golden light and golden peace
A thousand birds were singing!
I forgot, I was here to fight
To fight like a devil if need be.
I was in a fogâ€”day-dreaming;
Kissing wenches amongst the
Glare and the grime, and trees.
I lay my rifle down to bit
To join the other dreamers yet
Dancing on top of a tin-roofed hut;
As if we were all crazy or nuts.
Fighting: was a far, far cry.
I never knew if the enemy was
Note: #646 5/11/2005
Vietnam: Going Home
Iâ€™m goinâ€?home in the
Mawinâ€?â€?BR>Iâ€™m glad to have the chanceâ€?
Iâ€™m done with fightinâ€?
â€˜ad had my fill of â€¦nam!
Iâ€™m goinâ€? home in the
Iâ€™m glad to have the chanceâ€?
Iâ€™ve had my â€˜eap of fun
But now itâ€™s over;
And I wouldnâ€™t trade it
Vietnam: Morning Rockets