ramblings and things
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.
Vietnam Story