The Vietnam Recollection
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As I see the face of death,
I look back at my past.
As I hear my Colonel's cry,
I know that I won't last.
I came to fight against my will,
But I fought well despite my chill
That I would not return.
It's not that death is new to me
For it has struck before.
Yet what is there to fight for,
And what must we now die for?
Not land.
Not money.
Not power.
Not anything.
Ideas is what it is to me;
Ideas is what it has to be.
To die for such a thing renowned
So communists won't come around.
I'm trapped in here against my will,
I can't prevent my urge to kill
Because my pledge to those I knew,
To seek revenge on their behalf,
So that their souls could rest at last.
It's over for I now see,
The SANDYS come to set me free;
And in that ball of flame so loud
I noticed the white velvet clouds.
That rest above my head.
How beautiful!
How nice!
Now this is what life is for me,
To see this bliss so simply.
And all this time that I believed that my possessions would keep me.
Then finally the day turns black as it all fades away.
To awake on a white bed,
With questions caught in my pounding head.
So I survived alone you see.
So I was destined not to be,
Without my legs or arms to bare,
But with my heart and soul to care.
A new beginning
And all because of God you see.
To let me live and not to die,
I waved my arms and legs goodbye.
But what I have now is enough
Because this war has made me see,
What life was really meant to be.
Sayonara, I'm going home.
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© David, 2001-01-03
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