FIELDS OF PAIN
In a land of dirt and mud,
blood, guts and rain.
There was a place, so far away,
a place called Viet Nam.
A place where swamps and leaches ruled,
and bombs and bullets flew.
We, filled with fear picked up our gear,
and prayed it not be you.
We held the hands of loved ones,
and asked them not to cry.
For Freedom Bird would soon be here
to take them to the sky.