In 1969 Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

In 1969



when 69 hit
I turn 18 today
21 on there list they say
so i knew i was going
like a river keep flowing
now i pack my bags and headed out
bringing along my doubts
and my lucky charm
when i fight with my brothers at arms
now i landing in this foreign land
with little training
and a rifle in my hand
and many sleepless night's
and a lot of writing home
with many bloody sight's
with me praying alone
now there blood on my finger
along with the memories
that stay in my brain
will always remain
like a cancer that grows
every time i pull the trigger tonight
and killing every thing in sight
now i 'm coming home
leaving a lot of brothers behind
with there blood on my hands
along with there memories
and the nightmares
that will always remain
like a cancer that grows

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