John S. Garrison


As sunlight breaks the jungle leaves,
back at home a mother grieves.
Young men humping through the rain,
back at home a father’s pain.
GIs sitting in the dark,
sisters playing in the park.
Trip flares lighting up the sky,
older brothers sent to die.
A message coming to the door,
a cherished son can give no more.
He gave his all in Vietnam,
a war that wasn’t worth a dam.
Politicians sent us over here,
to do a job that wasn’t clear.
To family ‘twas his flag they gave,
to him its just an early grave.