(Anon)
They sent me places far from home,
Across the world, and all alone.
They drained my heart of all but blood,
And made me live in sweat and mud.
This is how I have to live,
It’s part of what I’ve pledged to give.
So throw your parties, drink your beer,
While teen-aged boys are dying here.
Paint protest signs and have your fun,
And shout that you won’t man a gun.
There is nothing that you do
To make me care to die for you.
But there’s one thing you don’t know,
That’s where I think you ought to go.
They sent me here, and it’s too late,
But I can sure express my hate.
I’ll hate you ‘til the day I die,
You made me hear my buddy cry.
I heard his scream, I saw blood shed,
Then heard a corpsman say, “He’s dead!�?/FONT>
Too large a price for him to pay,
To let you live another day.
He had the guts to fight and die,
Preserving rights that you live by.
If not for him, your freedom flies,
In death, your sorry life he buys.
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