Vietnam Poem by Gerard Woods

In Vietnam where uncle Sam chose to fight,
And his sons wonder if its right,
That they should die,
Or return home minus leg arm or eye
And still they wonder why.
Some are eighteen some are older
But that does not matter
When the soldiers body is colder.
There trained to kill but lots die,
When they should be learning how to live
And still they wonder why.
Mother, Farther, Brother, Sister, wife and lover,
Are all waiting for that letter that says,
I am coming home but some say
'Killed in action' what would be your reaction.