Vietnam Young boys they grow up and they turn into men They go away to war and you know what happens then I once loved a boy who was pushed to be a man They sent him to war were he made his final stand I got a letter yesterday it was from Vietnam At the end it was signed MY REGRETS UNCLE SAM Well I cried and I cried for my lover who had died Doesn't matter now cause he's never coming home No it doesn't matter now because he's never coming home Lexi Hilife 1968
Reason for writing:
He wasn't (my lover he was my friend. I was only 11 yrs. old. He was 17 and the firstlove of my foster sister's life. This is just proof that the war machine has alot of practice at breaking our hearts. Is it really a necessary evil to pressure our young people onto (precieved) enemy lines? I urge you to vote in the upcoming primaries, STOP THE MEGAMANIAC!!!!!
Birth sign: Leo
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