There were times when Lonely couldn't describe what we were feeling,
We were surrounded with the death that Vietnam was dealing .
We survived the battles and we won the wars
But how do we live with our memories behind closed doors?
Imagine if you could, That is... if you care,
Fighting for countries who didn't want you there
Americans nor the Vietnamese
The rejection of both brought us to our knees.
Blood ran red and stained the soil
Peace demonstrations were held with tempers that boiled
ARVN shit birds that ran away from the fight
as death claimed the brave, forbidding last rights.
We held our Brothers as they lay there and died
Helpless and hopeless we sat there and cried
We clung to them as they drew their last breath
But we were powerless to ease the sting of death.
Look into our eyes, they will pierce your soul
You will see tragedies within , that will never unfold
Words unwritten, that will never be read
Held captive with honor by the walking dead
Copyright Richard D. Preston