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AS A YOUNG BOY BEFORE
THE WAR
As a young boy before the war,
I could care less for the miles
were far.
My time on earth would always
last,
Now, as I am older I reflect on
my past.
I had dreams of living a
contented life,
I wasn't worried about someone
else's strife.
My days were filled as were my
nights,
Of how I could live and not have
to fight.
Then our country beckoned for my
all,
And on December 3,1965, I got
the call.
I would have to change all of my
plans,
For I was surely destined for
foreign lands.
Going in a young boy, coming out
a grown man,
I watched my friends die in a
very short span.
They were dying in body, spirit,
and mind,
And would forever be changed,
their minds lost in time.
Days would come and nights would
go,
But no peace on this earth, for
we reap what we sow.
Slow to forget, but not wanting
to remember,
I curse those days in that cold
December.
I made it, I did it, I did not
die,
Oh, please God tell me why.
I made it in body only, why do I
always cry,
Wouldn't it have been better
just to let me die?
I think of all those brave young
men,
They would come home too, just
how and when?
Some would be lost forever on
foreign soil,
Some would come home but their
rage would boil.
They would never be the same as
they were before,
They would never be the same
after going to war.
They went as young boys, came
back as old men,
Still wishing they could forget
that horrible sin.
Now we are all one in our
horrible strife,
As we try to put together our
miserable life.
We pray for each other and every
day,
We pray our sons and daughters
will never know this way.
The war is long gone but never
forgotten,
All these brave men who were
once spoiled rotten,
Will always suffer their
brothers death,
No matter how ill gotten.
Ill gotten as it was we were put
to the test,
I still always pray we can put
it to rest.
I pray always there will be no
more tests,
I pray our weary minds can get
some rest.
I pray for no more war and
certain doom,
I pray we will all see God's
golden room.
I pray we will one day be in
God's Holy Heaven,
I pray for us all to be united
in peace and brethren.
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