Another entry written by my Dad.  Let your imagination interpret as you would like.

This is another of my dad's writings.   My dad was in the army in the 1960's.   He was in Vietnam for a year as an infantry soldier.  He didn't talk about his experiences.  Now that he has passed, I'm finding things he wrote.  I found this today.

Manila just behind us, the plane was silent with dread.

Each young man had dreams of glory and fear dancing round in his head.

John Wayne had been our hero, but we didn't know how he'd lied

Saigon waas just ahead of us, some never learned fore they died

Wave your flag old Soldier

Stick out your chest and be proud

I'm sorry I can't hear the speech today

The guns are just too damn loud

War ain't just hell and isn't all fear

Lots of times its boredom and heat and just plain wanting a beer.

The first night in the darkness, each sound is the last you'll hear.

The shiny brass image of soldiers at war began to tarnish and smear.

A generation that was destined to be the best we'd raised for so long

was wasted and ruined in the mud and the hate

In the maze that was Vietnam

My dad was very talented.  He put his thoughts on paper as well.   He didn't journal.  He wrote songs.  Daddy died over ten years ago. Lucky for me, I have found Daddy's written word.  I am still finding songs or poems he wrote.   I just found the following one, and I wanted to post it.   I like what he says.  I didn't change any wording.   He wrote this in the late 1960's or early 1970's   I hope the wording is not offensive to anyone.  The message is a good one, and I had to share it.

We truly are all equal.

"Every man is equal, no matter what his race or creed.  There is but one way to judge a man and that is by his deed."

Rich or poor, white or black, we're really all the same.  It doesn't matter the slant of eyes, or how we spell the name.  I've heard many people say, "Why I wouldn't be caught with him!"  But he was made in the very same way as the Good Lord did make them.

Some folks may be poor, yet have a heart! Still some will say, "Of them let's have no part."  You might be guilty of murder and yet have never touched a gun.  All you have to do is to really hurt someone. To you this may sound foolish; you might not understand, But just remember, it's a sin to mistreat any man.