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“It Happened Long Ago”
She said, “Why not forget it? It happened long ago!”
The deepest wounds, cut to the heart,
Will always heal slow.
The nightmare of the Mekong,
Of death, despair and fear,
Could not be left in Vietnam.
It’s fresh.
It’s crisp.
It’s here.
My body’s strong. My mind is sound.
I suffer from no pain,
But once a man has been to war,
He’s never quite the same.
For I know war for what it is.
No glory in the fight.
It’s friends who die, and crippled kids,
And voices crying in the night.
I know the chill of monsoon rain,
The heat of tropic sun,
The loneliness and heartache,
The power of a gun.
For some it never happened,
And most will never know.
Except for those who fought the war,
It happened long ago.”
― The Nightmare of the Mekong: A True HIstory of Love, Family and the War in Vietnam
She said, “Why not forget it? It happened long ago!”
The deepest wounds, cut to the heart,
Will always heal slow.
The nightmare of the Mekong,
Of death, despair and fear,
Could not be left in Vietnam.
It’s fresh.
It’s crisp.
It’s here.
My body’s strong. My mind is sound.
I suffer from no pain,
But once a man has been to war,
He’s never quite the same.
For I know war for what it is.
No glory in the fight.
It’s friends who die, and crippled kids,
And voices crying in the night.
I know the chill of monsoon rain,
The heat of tropic sun,
The loneliness and heartache,
The power of a gun.
For some it never happened,
And most will never know.
Except for those who fought the war,
It happened long ago.”
― The Nightmare of the Mekong: A True HIstory of Love, Family and the War in Vietnam
“It Happened Long Ago”
She said, “Why not forget it? It happened long ago!”
The deepest wounds, cut to the heart,
Will always heal slow.
The nightmare of the Mekong,
Of death, despair and fear,
Could not be left in Vietnam.
It’s fresh.
It’s crisp.
It’s here.
My body’s strong. My mind is sound.
I suffer from no pain,
But once a man has been to war,
He’s never quite the same.
For I know war for what it is.
No glory in the fight.
It’s friends who die, and crippled kids,
And voices crying in the night.
I know the chill of monsoon rain,
The heat of tropic sun,
The loneliness and heartache,
The power of a gun.
For some it never happened,
And most will never know.
Except for those who fought the war,
It happened long ago.”
― The Nightmare of the Mekong: A True HIstory of Love, Family and the War in Vietnam
She said, “Why not forget it? It happened long ago!”
The deepest wounds, cut to the heart,
Will always heal slow.
The nightmare of the Mekong,
Of death, despair and fear,
Could not be left in Vietnam.
It’s fresh.
It’s crisp.
It’s here.
My body’s strong. My mind is sound.
I suffer from no pain,
But once a man has been to war,
He’s never quite the same.
For I know war for what it is.
No glory in the fight.
It’s friends who die, and crippled kids,
And voices crying in the night.
I know the chill of monsoon rain,
The heat of tropic sun,
The loneliness and heartache,
The power of a gun.
For some it never happened,
And most will never know.
Except for those who fought the war,
It happened long ago.”
― The Nightmare of the Mekong: A True HIstory of Love, Family and the War in Vietnam
