I posted this from a fellow comrade point of view.
I left the name out ,but we felt the same way.
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United States Army
Gunner and Crew chief
09 - 20 - 48
KIA 02 - 19 - 69
This is in honor of my uncle. I never got the chance to meet him. Another of our boy's to serve proudly and not come home. In his own word's describin' the hell written day's before his death.
Take a man, then put him alone,
Put him 12,000 miles away from home;
Empty his heart of all but blood,
Make him live in sweat and mud.
This is the life I have to live
And why my soul to the devil I give;
You 'Peace boys' put from your easy chair,
But you don't know what it's like over here;
You have a ball without near trying,
While over here the boys are dying;
You burn your draft card and march at dawn,
Plant your flags on the White House lawn;
You all want to ban the bomb;
'There's no real war in Vietnam.'
You use your drugs and have your fun,
Then you refuse to use a gun;
There's nothing else for you to do,
And I'm supposed to die for you?
I'll hate you to the day I die,
You made me hear my buddy cry;
I saw his arm, a bloody shred,
I heard them say: "This one's dead."
It's a large price he had to pay:
Not to live to see another day;
He had the guts to fight and die;
He paid the price, but what did he buy?
He bought your life by losing his,
But who gives a damn what a soldier gives?
HIs wife does, and maybe his son,
But they're just about the only ones.
So you put this man there, all alone,
And he died for you - 12,000 miles from home.
Your memory still lives on.....
I left the name out ,but we felt the same way.
_______________________________________________
United States Army
Gunner and Crew chief
09 - 20 - 48
KIA 02 - 19 - 69
This is in honor of my uncle. I never got the chance to meet him. Another of our boy's to serve proudly and not come home. In his own word's describin' the hell written day's before his death.
Take a man, then put him alone,
Put him 12,000 miles away from home;
Empty his heart of all but blood,
Make him live in sweat and mud.
This is the life I have to live
And why my soul to the devil I give;
You 'Peace boys' put from your easy chair,
But you don't know what it's like over here;
You have a ball without near trying,
While over here the boys are dying;
You burn your draft card and march at dawn,
Plant your flags on the White House lawn;
You all want to ban the bomb;
'There's no real war in Vietnam.'
You use your drugs and have your fun,
Then you refuse to use a gun;
There's nothing else for you to do,
And I'm supposed to die for you?
I'll hate you to the day I die,
You made me hear my buddy cry;
I saw his arm, a bloody shred,
I heard them say: "This one's dead."
It's a large price he had to pay:
Not to live to see another day;
He had the guts to fight and die;
He paid the price, but what did he buy?
He bought your life by losing his,
But who gives a damn what a soldier gives?
HIs wife does, and maybe his son,
But they're just about the only ones.
So you put this man there, all alone,
And he died for you - 12,000 miles from home.
Your memory still lives on.....
