Jerry W. Thornton

FRIENDS DIE TOO

In a war torn country far away, a good friend of mine was killed the other day
I didn’t know him very long, but I knew him pretty well
You make friends pretty fast I learned, when you’re living while in hell
Sometimes you make a friend today, and tomorrow he is gone
That’s how it is in war you see, you live from dawn to dawn
You grow up fast in war that way; the boy has left you in just one day
You fight and kill and ask yourself why, but the only answer is someone must die
Michael L Utley was that friend of mine, who went home asleep in a box made of pine
He was small in size but a very big man, and I hope someday we will meet again
So let’s not rage and shout for war, ‘cause remember if you do
You may kill your so-called enemy, but “Friends Die Too”

This poem is dedicated to the memory of Michael L. Utley, a friend with whom I served until his death in Vietnam on February 22nd, 1967. May he rest in peace…

MICHAEL LEWIS UTLEY

PFC E3 – Army – Selective Service

22 year old single, Negro, Male
Born December 10, 1944
St Louis, Missouri

Length of service 1 year
His tour began on Apr 1, 1966

Casualty was on Feb 22, 1967
In SOUTH VIETNAM

NON-HOSTILE, GROUND CASUALTY
ACCIDENTAL HOMICIDE
Body was recovered

Religion: Methodist

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