Spit

I went to war in Vietnam which wasn't my idea the army never asked for my advice I slogged on through the jungles there and watched some soldiers die out country where the farmers grow their rice The months went by like in a horrid dream of blood and death and nothing I could say made any change one mission here. one mission there just made no sense to me but there was no way it would rearrange We came to do our duty and to save South Vietnam from communist incursions from the north The tunnel rats went into where no one should ever go And daily, squads were sweeping back and forth The enemy was everywhere so telling friend from foe was just about the hardest thing to do then just about the time you may have thought you had it pegged some little "friend" would make a fool of you I finally got home last month, free from an ugly war but landing at the airport gave me pause a woman with a little kid called me a nasty name and spit at me without a hint of cause This war I did not advocate and never wished to go I never had a choice in going there I only wish the people at my home would understand and put the blame on those who sent us there I simply cannot understand the hatred aimed at me for doing what I really thought was right it seems that people aught to see the reasons why we go and know that it's our duty makes us fight