Back While stationed there, I made a great many friends whom I had come to love very much; and, over the years, the stories they told me about Nam just would not leave me alone.
This is a little something I wrote.
fighting for what?
most didn't understand
with love for your country
and all that it stood for
knowing some of you would die
you went, with heads held high
blood and tears were shed
on the uniforms you wore
you fought for many years
before they called it war
many of you died there
sent home under the stripes you fought for
and for those that made it home
no celebrations
no fancy parades
only a new war
your nightmares
many of you still are there
yet they say
it's over
I wanted to share this with someone who may understand what i was feeling.
At the time of this writing, it was about 1978, and I was 20.
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