In Vietnam Poem by Granville Holt

In Vietnam rice paddies grow
In every village row on row.
They mark the land 'neath asian sky
Where our jets roam and choppers fly,
A welcome sound to grunts below.

We were just kids, short time ago,
We laughed, we played, had dreams aglow.
Please tell our loved ones why we die
In Vietnam.

Hear me my brother G. I. Joe
And copy this whiskey tango
Lima charlie, roger, stand by,
Salute our flag, with that song sigh,
"Welcome Home! ", Alpha Mike Bravo(All Military Brothers)
In Vietnam!