They promise you brothers and a country’s love And say God has blessed you with strength from above I give up my soul as white as a dove But I will never get it back. The glory diminishes once I have sworn in They strip me of all that I own save my skin Submerging me in violence and anger and sin Staining the white of my soul black. The call comes, the time to leave hence for abroad Obey all my orders, “Aye Sir!” and a nod While fighting in lands where there seems there’s no God Get ready, we plan to attack. Slaughter, ******, blood, death and gore All that I have dreaded but always much more The remains of my brothers lie strewn ‘cross the floor So we save what we can from their packs. Who am I now? Just what have I done? Many have died and been killed, but who’s won? No more memories of childhood fun The war fills my mind full of cracks. Somehow I manage to dodge bullets, survive Yet what I am now is nor more quite “alive” To be normal again, to forget, I do strive I want to forget and go back. Back to my country, land of the free and the brave Seeking a welcome, ‘tis their love that I crave But forever some hate me, despised ‘til my grave Even at home I am under attack. My mind is all twisted and my emotions are torn Why was I chosen? Why was I born? My heroic actions are viewed with full scorn Relief from this darkness I lack.
My Uncle, Carl Book, was a CB in Vietnam. For years I didn't understand what he exactly went through, but he inspired me to join the military. I read many books and stories from people who were over there, and I finally understood what my Uncle's three Bronze Stars really meant. This was for him.