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When I was Young

Contributed by twisterchaser on Tuesday, 1st March 2005 @ 11:13:34 PM in AEST
Topic: war

When I was 19 and in my prime,
I went away but only for a short time.
I went away to see a far away land,
I belive in freedom here I was to make my stand.
All dressed up in my new government issued camouflage green,
They gave me a few weeks of training to make me feel mean.
Boy fill your duffel and get on that plane,
What they neglected to tell you was ( Boy you will never be the same.)
Here you go boy a brand new toy, Why son no; you don't need a new gun.
And them new boots your right boy they don't know how to run.
I know you have been in the bush for weeks son, Rain, Snakes, Gooks,
Mud, Blood, oh I know your a little tired.
You can rest while you set on guard.
Sleep? why no you can't go to sleep.
If you do you will only be a warm heap.
That is why they give you R&R so you can get drunk to cover the scars,
148 hours of desperately going from Bar to Bar.
Pack in as much living as you can,
Sleep? yes I slept on the way back to Nam.
By Andy Williams

Andy Williams
173rd.Airborne
( Casper )

Copyright © twisterchaser ... [ 2005-03-01 23:13:34]
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Re: When I was Young (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 1st March 2005 @ 11:58:15 PM AEST
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Very good writing here.
My ex was navy and my son Army.
It's great that my son didn't have to fight as he was in communication but my ex saw Viet Nam.
I wonna weep every time i hear the news these days.
I could never comprehend what u guys went thru but I can say u r all very brave even if doesn't makes sense at times.
It's my personal belief if our Presidence had to do the actual fighting there would be much less death on our planet.
I wonna thank u for what u went thru to save our land or there's.
great write as it's always good to see the point of veiw of the soilder.
huggs, thoughts, prayer,
emy

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