qfreak69

First Installment.

Someone ask me to tell them about Vietnam
The bloody hell and that damn smell.
Golden lights and overhead dog fights
Screams of falling shells and the rings of distance doorbells.
Home coming for Christmas to an empty house,
And old lady spit on me when I got off the plane in San Francisco,
She looked just like my grandmother.
Went swimming in the Atlantic Ocean in November.
In the darkness of nights I have visions I cannot forget
VA calls them dream; they have never had them
They dont know, but if they re dreams
I dont want them anymore.
Bravo two-nine triple three
Death dealer triple three
Names we longer use, but visions we can not lose.
Sound that causes us to jerk and faces we can never forget.
I will sleep tonight, if I sleep, with sheila under my pillow.
She is my only best friend, I keep her close, I keep her clean, and I keep her mean.
She is cold but she is always there.
I am now old, but they are not, they still live inside me.
Awe the pink little pill, its risperidone tonight, four hours of comatose dreamless sleep
Straight from the VA to my trembling mouth.
Bullshit, dont work, nothing does.
Cant have friend, for they cant understand me.
I have seen things that would make you cry, but not shed a tear.
I have done thing in the name of freedom for those who will never serve.
I have served so you might not serve.
But all is in vain. For what greater thing can a man do, but lay down his life for another.
But if it is given in vain, then it means nothing.
Is that what I did, no, I am proud to be who I am, and what I have done for countrys sake.
In God I trust, I do believe I do, for I, as others, have spent my time in HELL.
For any war is hell.