World of War Vietnam
My long time friend Bill enlisted in 1962
Back then he said, "It's the right thing to do!"
He served his country with vigor and pride
Fought in the jungle and watched his friend die
A machine gun severed three fourths of Bill's leg
He cut off the remainder though never begged
as the enemy stood over him, machetes in hand
Bill's company blew Vietcong all over that land.
He was then sent home, wheelchair bound
but Bill O Hara you just couldn't keep down
He opened a law office, put his "smarts" to the test
And that damn machine gun stayed screwed to his desk
His favorite passion was to set sail to sea
Forgetting his problems for there he was free
40 years passed since he left Vietnam
and no matter the day, he still hears that bomb!
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Contest: World of War : Vietnam
Sponsor: Miranda Lambert
Submitted by: Judy Konos
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