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Vietnam Story



 



The Big Silver Bird brought them,



Young and brave, and strong



To face their enduring enemy



An undefeated Viet Cong.



To the jungles of Vietnam,



To face a combat's hell,



Announced and betrayed 



By their own sanitised smell.



After Shave and deodorant



Wafting through the jungle air



Alerting guerrilla fighters 



Waiting in ambush there.



In this alien territory no chance:



Choppers tanks and guns



Not much use with an enemy



That quickly hits and runs.



So in time,



Like the French before,



They came to accept



This was a futile war.



Boots on the ground



Troops in the field



All to no avail against



An enemy not prepared yield.



All the heroism and bravery



All the modern military might



All spent and wasted 



In a corrupt regime’s fight.



The enemy advanced



The retreat becoming rout



As that twentieth century force



Very quickly pulled out



Agent Orange left its traces.



Still to this very day



There are minefields where



Young children are at play.



The Veterans and their families,



The bereaved of those lost



The damaged and disabled



To this day bear that awful cost



The innocent always suffer



In the aftermath of war



The Nation's leader shrugs 



And carries on as before.



In that land where lives were lost



And many a hero made.



The Big Silver Birds now



Bring a growing tourist trade.




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