He put his life on the line for his country,
An honorable and patriotic young man.
Saw many other honorable patriots die,
Did things to other humans he never
Would have done in times of peace.
Couldn’t keep track of how many
He killed from afar and hand to hand,
Lost count after over two hundred.
Remembered some of their dying faces
As death closed their eyes forever.
Witnessed dishonorable soldiers,
Comrades in the American army ,
Supposedly always good guys,
Rape and kill women in small village,
Shoot their men and children to death.
Couldn’t get the wicked My Lai massacre
Out of his head. Returned to the states
With PTSD, Agent Orange, and many
Nightmares about that massacre, and
All the human lives he had taken.
Began to reason why when it was
Do or die orders by a government
That a Secretary of State confessed
It was all a “terribly wrong”mistake.
Then he had a sobering realization:
Pawns on both sides of the war had
Died in vain for that terrible mistake,
And that everybody lost in wars.
He threw away his many medals and
Became a pacifist for peace.
Bob Boyd
