I knew John Wesley 3 days. We met when my company had come in from the Central Highlands for our monthly change of clothes. We shared some stories and some laughs and he taught me a few lessons I will always remember. When we left the comforts of base camp and got off the choppers to head into the jungle we heard a captain call out "You!" and point in our direction. We both looked up and each of us pointed to ourselves and said "Me?" The captain pointed to John and said "Come with me."John turned halfway across the field and looked back at me for what seemed like a very long time, he waived and was gone. He was killed that afternoon. But for the grace of God it would have been me. Be at peace my brother, you are still remembered.
Lost In VietnamSlugs in the yard,
bamboo's down
Rain fell hard on this sleepy town
Guns popping off at the firing range
After all these years it still makes me feel strange
John Wesley died
third day in Nam
I still recall his eyes as I walked away from him
He changed companies at a captain's whim
I knew he knew from the look in his eyes
He was never going home again
Mai Lee said "Joe
have another beer"
You want cocaine, we've got it here."
(She meant heroin)
Drunk or stoned we all fought the war
A chance to go home was all we were fighting for
We dreamed of home
Through the blood and sweat and toil
Wounded hearts there on the Asian soil
To get back home was our only plan
Part of my heart and soul's still
Lost in Vietnam
The monsoons came
and it rained and rained again
Thought we'd never get dry
We slept soaked to the skin
And every night was an eternity
Waiting and wondering what was out in front of me
We dreamed of home
Through the blood and sweat and toil
Wounded hearts there on the Asian soil
To get back home was our only plan
Part of my heart and soul's still
Lost in Vietnam
I was cooking my
coffee on top of a ridge
When the mortars fell
I said ain't this a bitch
I grabbed my M-60 and I fired the tracer rounds
I fired and fired and fired again
But nothing went down
I was shooting at air, but I didn't care
Sniper fired, taking
pot shots at me
As I crawled across the burned out field
To get to my buddy
There was terror in his eyes
But he was okay
I heart the hiss and then the pop
As the bullets passed my way
We dreamed of home
Through the blood and sweat and toil
Wounded hearts there on the Asian soil
To get back home was our only plan
Part of my heart and soul's still
Lost in Vietnam
It's a tale too
hard to tell
It's a tale that must be told
It's a tale in which I dwell
That turned a young heart old
Gotta get home
Don't want to be lost in Vietnam
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