M.I.A.
They came from all across the land,
Forged bonds in blood and sweat,
Then quickly went their separate ways,
Though memories bind them yet.
Some aren't around to reminisce,
Attrition there was high,
Tom Pipkin was the first to fall,
Cokley last in Nam to die.
Over two hundred of the brethren
Didn't see the States again,
Others came back wounded
In spirit, head or limb.
Most made it back to fight
Humdrum battles every day,
Going through the motions
With a heart still M.I.A.