It sits by his side of the bed every night standing alone in the darkness ...and is there in the morning light this reminder of violence and terror …of dying and screams of honor...and human error Silently every night…it keeps its vigil ...clad in the leg of Wrangler jeans An ever constant nightly reminder …invading our dreams It doesn’t take up much room but in the silence it does boom In the evening darkness…and the light of dawn
to us...it constantly screams... 'VIETNAM...VIETNAM...VIETNAM...Vietnam'