Colin F. Jones


We died together you and I
And neither one of us knows why.
We did our duty, so they say;
Heroes who were blown away.
Our families weep for us at home,
Yours in Hanoi; mine in Scone,
and as the years pass away,
Our wasted bodies will decay,
That we’ll not see our sons grow tall
Nor see them in a battle fall;
Fighting for disputed land
As we once did so proud and grand;
Sacrificed for political gain,
As our grandsons are, now once again.