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The Old Chief Spoke His Mind

Written as an invitation by my good friend Kenneth.

Written as an invitation by my good friend Kenneth.

Back in sixty-five, the last thing that was on my mind, Vietnam War,

All I wanted to do was go to college, didn't know what was in store.

Went to school a while, then as the war heated up, came the draft.

I began to feel like I was out in left field, on the ocean without a raft.

My Dad and uncles were in the Navy, and I decided that was for me,

Went up to Atlanta by bus, couldn't wait for Uncle Sam to set me free.

Got in long line after another line, doctors examining you everywhere,

Those who joined treated like gold, the drafted ones, very much unfair.


At last, I was seen by the last doctor, the one who said yea or nay,

He told me Uncle Sam didn't want "spoiled meat", is all he did say.

I wanted to join and get the "G.I.Bill", helping me to pay for school,

They told me to see the old Navy Chief, he could help bend a rule.

In my high school, I had suffered a broken spine, football not for me,

The scar on my back said it all and was as plain as rain for all to see.

The Navy Chief sat, smoked a pack of cigarettes, at the roof to stare,

When I asked why I couldn't go, he ignored me, not a word to spare.

The Chief spoke to the doctor then, told him it would be a such a sin,

Kids like me going off to Vietnam, spill my guts in paddies, me to send.

In darkness, I rode the bus back home, made up my mind to carry on.

Went on to college to study hard, then became a teacher, never alone.

Lost some friends in that old war, could never help them, even the score,

I spent twenty-five years in the classroom, helping disabled, if a lot more.

Got four degrees but it never would help, the emptiness that I always felt

Left my friends out there on those fields, a jungle heat, that never yields.


I've tried to justify just why we went, over there those were sent,

What good did it do, what accomplishment made, was the intent?

More than fifty-eight-thousand soldiers lost in those Asian climes,

I still sit and ponder the cause, with no real reasons, any rhymes.

When good men and women have to perish, lose lives all cherish,

Citizens on a nation's soil earned rights with human toil, to flourish.

There has to be a very good reason, in a cause, Americans do go.

Not to put money in some rich man's accounts, or to see oil to flow.


whonunuwho (author) from United States on December 10, 2017:

Thanks Gypsy. Many blessings. whonu

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on December 10, 2017:

Nicely penned. Great poetic thoughts.

whonunuwho (author) from United States on December 09, 2017:

My thanks to Michael and Eric for your support and kind reviews. Blessings. whonu

whonunuwho (author) from United States on December 09, 2017:

Eric, there were more than five-hundred thousand fatalities in Vietnam and though it was terrible for the people there then, things got better later on. SEATO was the proposed reason our country got involved. There were some subversive underhanded reasons as well. There can be good and bad in a war. Many got to come to our country afterward. I can certainly respect you and your role as a father in this country and you are to be commended in your defending a just cause. Thank you for your kind review. whonu

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on December 09, 2017:

I enlisted also. But the war ended. Thank God. But I have worked there for some years. Our presence in fact changed a nation for the better.

With that said I treasure; Masters of War.

Michael-Milec on December 09, 2017:

Quiet meditative. Man would try to justify unjustifiable in pursuing his own cause. Wars will be never understood neither by the Creator approved. We pray to exist as mere beggars of His mercy and grace while praising His holy Name.

whonunuwho (author) from United States on December 09, 2017:

Thanks for all the readers. whonu

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