A Victim of the War
A Victim of the war
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Steve L. Siegel
December 2, 2014
Once there lived a fine young city boy,
once so brave, true and Restless, filled with
energy And somewhat foolish too He went to join
the US Army Adventure filled his mind He knew that
for a soldier's life, all of this he was destined.
He did his training in a camp at Ft. Ord Calif.
Than on to Ft Benning GA, home of the jump school.
Where he became a member of the 101 First Airborne
Oh, man did he ever wear those silver jump wings proud
and the Wings of the 101 First, Screaming Eagles.
He did not know it at the time, but maybe he did,
for he was destiny was Vietnam.
They stole his feelings, taught him how to kill
and walk those jungle trails And taught him
that the enemy were the evil men
Then he went off to fight a war that he might not
of believed in but the call went out, now
he'll serve his country's need; just as his dad
had done in the last great war.
Now the old young man of what was,
Only now he's a shell of a man,
A victim of the war now too.
He can't seem to find himself in this world.
His own nation has turned against him,
the nightmares never seem to go away.
His next door neighbor that he knew forever
called him a baby-killer. Don't that beat all?
Now he is on his fourth marriage, and they wonder
why he can not stay put, his wife wonders why
she end up going to bed alone most nights?
It's because he has to make sure that
everything is in place before
he goes to bed; Yes,
It's hell being a Victim of the damn war...
For my bother who was killed in May of 68 and
myself who I think sometimes part of me died
at Albany with the 120 brothers of mine who
did answer the roll call the next day in Oct of 65.
Copyright © Steven Siegel | Year Posted 2015
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