Sailing away on a ship with wings
Not knowing what it all means
Through towering white clouds
So young and so proud
Blue sky above Bluer Ocean below
Heading without thought toward our foe
Pop flares light the night come down streaming
The rattling of an M-60 tracers gleaming
Heart pumps heated blood filled with fear
Finger on the trigger hoping Charlie is not near
Choppers soaring above in the night
Looking to bring to the Cong the fight
Radio's chattering come in Alpha Papa Sam
All the time hoping your Mattie Mattel won't jam
Watch the gate keep an eye on the wire
Plungers up claymores ready to fire
SAT team spreading out along the line
To many thoughts racing through your mind
In a flash you are back home again
Soaked with sweat wondering where you have been
Was it real or just another bad dream
So many times things are not what they seem
Finding our way home is never an easy task
So many of us to proud for help to ask
With family and friends we seek relief
Trying to survive the dark nights of grief
Too many not knowing they are not alone
Suffering with demons that gnaw at the bone
Reach out you hand and help you can find
With Gods love you can ease your mind
