Colin F. Jones

WHY DID I FIGHT?

Why did I fight in Vietnam, my friend?
Tis best I tell the truth and not pretend:
For better pay and a higher rank,
Be I a grunt or in a metal tank.
But that was why I went, not why I fought;
Doing what in training we had all been taught.
I fought because my mates might cop it sweet,
Without me there to keep ‘em on their feet,
I fought to hear them say the words G’day,
And make bloody sure they didn’t go astray.
I fought because there was a bloody foe
Who had the hide to try and kill us all you know.
I fought because I had to fight to live,
And because my mates had so much love to give.