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Ten Years after
(Written 4-12-78)

It's ten years after and I have lost my stature.

Why can't I forget the horror of it? The noise of war and the flesh that's tore.

The wounded bodies and the shattered minds. The dead of ours and the death of mind.

It's been ten years after and I hear no laughter, I feel the pain and I think I'm going insane. Please, can you tell me why?

Was it worth all the nightmares, and the many cold as ice stares? Am I so different because of my war, or am I insane to have memories of horror?

I do not need all of this shame, and really don't want to be in pain. But it's ten years after and I hear no laughter. Please, can you tell me why?

When I took the plane it didn't seem insane. Can't the people see what it's doing to me?

The guns are hot and belching their lead. Men are wounded and lying dead. I still carry the bitterness and all the scars. The pieces of lead floating in my flesh. Sometimes I wish I was dead. Because of the anger and loneliness. Please, can you tell me why?

I wish I could forget all of my horrors and open up a new world of doors. Smiling faces of hope and good cheer, friendly people glad to be here. But the pain reminds me and my nightmares carry on, taking me back to Viet Nam.

Ten years after and I have no laughter. I hear nothing of a war that happened back then. I wonder why people don't speak of it. Was it so shameful and terribly wrong that you only hear of it in a song?

It's ten years after, I want to hear laughter. I want to start a brand new day, but it's hard to do, when its always yesterday. Please tell me why.

I try to have a very good time, to show everyone it's not on my mind. I'm not a murderer or a baby killer. I thought I was right to serve my country, but the people won't let me tell my side of war. They would rather forget all of the horror. To honor myself and all Viet Nam Vets, to welcome us home and shake our hands, would be as shameful to them as another Viet Nam.

Its ten years after May 9th, 1968. Please welcome me home, before it's to late?

A Viet Nam Veteran

Royal (Jim) Sebright