I Answered the Call
By John A. Wilson
I answered the call when you needed me.
For my country, I gladly took a stand.
I took my rifle and I crossed the sea,
To fight for freedom in that distant land.
The blood of my comrades flowed at my feet,
And with each of my friends, part of me died.
I sweated each day in the jungle heat
And every night I hid my face and cried.
I cried for the loss of so many friends,
I cried for the loss of my innocence.
For youth is borne away on smoky winds
All in the name of national defense.
A few good men did what we had to do.
I cry today for those forgotten few.
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