Vietnam
A million miles from home...
In a jungle with gooks in trees...
Fighting what we can't see...
Losing ground through every rice field...
In blood up to our knees..
Was this my destiny
Like mice in holes men flee..
My friends are all around me...
Mostly body parts...
They are still in the jungle...
But I will always hold there heart...
They died for me...they did their part...
Never to be forgotten each morning as I start.
In a jungle with gooks in trees...
Fighting what we can't see...
Losing ground through every rice field...
In blood up to our knees..
Was this my destiny
Like mice in holes men flee..
My friends are all around me...
Mostly body parts...
They are still in the jungle...
But I will always hold there heart...
They died for me...they did their part...
Never to be forgotten each morning as I start.
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