Ronald J. Murray
NEIGHBOR NEXT DOOR
Once there was a nice young man,
who went away to war:
“He will kill those lousy gooks,”
said the neighbor man next door.
I wondered if I would do it,
as I climbed aboard the plane.
Could I ever kill someone?
Damn this was insane!
The plane sat down in Chu Lai,
rain filled up the sky.
The man that I was setting with,
was the first man I saw die.
The enemy knew we were coming,
he always knows our plan,
but when those rockets hit the ground.
I forgot about that man.
I dove into a bunker,
because I had no gun.
My first day in Vietnam,
and they had me on the run.
I swore an oath that very night;
I would be here for one year.
If Charlie saw my back again,
it would be after I took his ear.
“What happened to that nice young man?”
Asked the neighbor man next door?
He isn’t quite the same you know,
since he came home from that war.
From the Book, “Memories Never Die” ©Copyright 1987-1992 by Ronald J. Murray