William N. Janes, Sr


There was a time in ‘68
And I was so much younger
I thought myself invincible
And sought the world with hunger.

Then flying in the Army
Off in Vietnam
I saw things that disturbed me
That offered mindful qualms.

Why is it that we go to war
And bury lines of crosses?
Why is it that we seek a fight
And graveyards measure losses?

Are we the rightful people
That speak for all the world?
And, are the ones we lose each day
Just ruffles on a flag unfurled?

A soldier knows a thing or two
About the things they see,
And think of home and kith and kin
And hopes that might yet be.

Thus soldiers die with hope within
And family members cry.
Unanswered stands a question,
The question merely, why?