I called it my Vietnam
We all called it our Vietnam
We felt it was, as a war quite versed
As versed as any psalms
When we first arrived, as kids
We'd have sworn we had her in our very palms
Wasn't long until before our very eyes
This War would soon cut us down to size
Too big for our britches we were
But we never forget how to say 'sir'
We thought as young whips, we were cunning
We soon discovered Vietnam wasn't just funning
Oh yes, Boys, she meant business and knew her stuff
When asked back home 'did She win?'
We'd knock back a drink and say 'sure enough'
We felt kind of whipped
We had felt ill equipped
But back home older veterans shook their heads
"We could have attested to that fact, nough said"
Why didn't ya tell us fellas, we asked
We could say till the cows came home
But we knew our warnings don't last
One generation whipped, and ill equipped
The next generation, same thing
Each generation, having a new war song to sing
Would you have believed us then?
No, you'd have said: "Come again?"
Just as when we were young, we are different we said
We all say the same to those before us in time
We say the same thing until war makes us count our dead
(c) S. Weathers 2011