Submitted by: Michael Mulcahy

Category: Poetry

He had the guts to fight and die,
he paid the price, what did he buy?
He brought you life by giving his,
who gives a damn what a soldier gives?

You watch your T.V. from your easy chair,
but you don't know what it's like out there.
You burn the kids for marching at dawn,
to plant their flags on the White House lawn.

You knock our ways but have your fun,
and then teach us to use a gun.
There's nothing else you can do,
yet I'm supposed to die for you.

I'll hate you 'til 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."

About the author:

"17 'Vietnam" was composed by me as a young (17) soldier in 1972. 1st BATTALION (M) 50th INFANTRY "PLAY THE GAME" 2nd Armored Division HELL ON WHEELS Fort Hood, Texas P.S. I have a 'music video' 'Casualties of War' on You can take the man out of Texas, but you can't take Texas out of the man. I'm returning soon.

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