PTSD Post tramumatic syndrome Disease
we fought in Vietnam
it was hell, it was hot
like somehow we were forgot
boys dropping to their knees
suffering those darn sand fleas
watching in the night
trees that move to the left or right
Zappers sneaking on base
122mm rockets blowing up the place
ak weapons, mortors going off
back home of this war they scoff
trip flares high in to the sky
were here fighting a war, but why?
everyday friends injured or die
fully loaded choppers fill the sky
hanoi hanna said good morning
warned those not returning
from the battle of the day
but on they fought no matter, hey
b52s bombed the ho chi mon trail
they had to win , they couldn't fail
time to go home there job done
58,000 plus the bells had been rung
nightmares, frightening screams
vietnam still with us it seems
I saw a sign of a vietnam wall
portable at camp grayling, it was tall
when he walked to the wall,
I gave out a cry, and started to bawl
where is my friends name
to find out was his aim
gold star mothers held him
tightly as they helped him find jim
to not talk or remember he tried
I had never cried
till I saw that Jim had died
his name on the wall he spied
crashing drunk and lost not found
we were unleashed and hell bound
the memories, the hurt, rage was found
Allmost had a nervous breakdown
_Semper FI
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JDW©2007
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