REALITY OF WAR
When I arrived in Viet Nam
I thought I was all that;
a lean mean fighting machine
ready for combat.
As time went on I humbled;
was shaken to the core.
I'd ask my God to save me
from this forsaken war.
Our sergeants would instruct us
not to shoot until we bled.
Just knowing they were out there,
could really mess up your head.
Those of us who made it back
will never be the same.
Even though we're walking,
a part of us is lame.
Some of our wounds are visible,
while others pierce our hearts.
We all could really use some help
when the nightmare starts.