North East wrote:Unless you were born in the late 50's or early 60's I suggest you would have no idea about what was going on then.
Cuban missile crisis…the world on the brink of nuclear annihilation.
Kennedy assassinations and the Vietnam war.
Man lands on the moon and soldiers are dying in Vietnam.
Those days were real, not Call Of Duty computer war games.
You are freaking lucky this country and planet is even around after those tumultuous years.
I was there and it was scary.
What if you where born December 1945, yes I would have a very good idea, in high school when the Cuban crisis began, and then some.
Nam, what is it you fail to under stand. The moon landing, I know I was in Melbourne central, and you were; where?
A TIME AGO.
In Nam there are so many places that we alone know well;
To friends at home who little care of stories that we tell.
They were not there to see our pain, so how do they decide
Just who was right and who was wrong, of how to stem the tide?
But judge us then they surly would, when only we came back
so little did they understand of why we ever walked that track.
Three clicks to reach the village, beside the paddy field
a river ran a clump of trees and nothing was revealed.
The jungle lay behind us, the sun was to the east
contact right was all we heard when all hell was unleashed.
This hour was my hell on earth, you cannot understand
but thirty other friends with me will never trust that man.
They said to kill and take a life, to burn their homes was right
perhaps it was, I just don’t know, but I can’t sleep at night.
At night I sometimes dream a dream, of things I’ve seen and done
so where were they when people screamed, when someone used a gun?
Perhaps there was no right or wrong, perhaps we only learn
but if the chance should come again, I think it is their turn.
But we’re Australians who believed whatever we were told,
and questioned not what governments would over time unfold.
So there we were in patty fields when bullets took a life,
a friend had died, what will I say, to his poor loving wife.
To say goodbye a fond farewell, to men who shared your dream
who now are gone to sleep alone, their eyes no longer gleam.
So now we march alone on days, that governments decide
they were not there, they did not see, but ask us now abide.
We miss our friends, those men we knew, who never will return
Their wives, their lovers all alone, alone to only yurn.
What can I say to you that you may understand
we tried so hard to do a task, in some forsaken land.
You alone who were my friends, who asked to travel there,
we never asked, they didn’t say, that never was it fair.
The task was bold, the risk immense to save us from the foe
who only wished to live their lives and force us all to go.
We all were young, perhaps naive, our lives ahead for all
our job was done, we stood so proud, and equally as tall.
But now back home with friends we know, on finer richer soil
to lives that time and hate had tried, but always failed to spoil.
To build a better life for all, young children never see
but very sure I’m really not, we helped to set them free.
In early light, in granite carved, there I can see a name
we will remember all you mates, there is no one to blame.
Who were we then, what are we now, must only we decide
to see the trees, to smell the smoke, another life has died.
In places that we knew so well, if only for a time
but hell on earth, there was this place, and I did make it mine.
We will remember you our friends, who never will return
you gave your lives, we shared your life, let others slowly turn.
“When all about you have lost their heads and you remain calm, perhaps you do not understand the problem”.
Per ardua ad astra.