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IN COUNTRY
Well, they were humans first,
loves of someones life,
we took that all away,
giving them only rifle and knife.
Sent them into a jungle,
that could take their lives,
not thinking about their,
mothers or their wives.
He was but a lone man in this,
wanted to let the people know,
he job was hard to do,
what with the censorship of the show.
He threw in the towel had nothing else to say,
the soldiers would not stand for it,
so they made him understand,
by just the sharing of thier spirit.
The road was cleared, the trucks started to pull out,
they called to him their names and places of their birth,
name with face, the nameless images blur his mind,
some of these 'dust' waiting to refill the earth.
They ride of into the sunset, never knowing how long,
life would last for them, or if the job would be done.
They sneak into the night, to check out the enemy camp,
only to hear the sound of a soft almost died moan.
Friend or foe... which one will you find.....
take some time to see, it just might be,
your brother or your son, look into the eyes,
find the souls path to eternnity.
So this is what we get when we have wars,
young men with loving hearts grow into old men so cold.
You asked them to do something that would turn your stomach,
then not understand why they come home all washed out and old.
Years added by sights, not rated or guaged,
then they come home, to no understanding or thought,
those sights left on the dense jungle floor,
the night mares a constant reminder.... distraught.
