Take a man. Put him alone. 12000 Miles away from home. Empty his heart of all but blood. Make him live in sweat and mud. Thats the life i must live. And my soul to god i gotta give. You have your parties and drink your beer while young men are dieing over here. You paint your signs and have your fun. But still you refuse to use a gun. and you say theres nothing else for you to do? and IM suppost to die for you??
Well there somthing that i think you should know and thats were i think you should go! im here and its to late ive traded my love only for hate. ill hate you all till the day i die you make me hear my best friends cry. Its was a large price for him to pay but it seems your still smoking your pot and living day to day by giving his life. Your life he buys. but do you really care if another marine dies?? This poem was found on a dead marine in Quang Tri provience. Vietnam in 1969