Tet,
Nam, and Tan Son Nhut
I did not know the words then,
To say what should be said
As I stood there in that terminal
Among so many dead
Those men were going home soon
On the plane that brought me here
In just another hour they'd
Have been gone free and clear
I did not have the heart there
To ask how many fell
It was my introduction
To Tet, and ‘Nam, and hell
So much for this poor Okie
So very far from home
In dress blues I met Saigon
And a world I'd never known
In time I came to understand
How it goes down you see
You play the hand you're dealt with
When he comes for you and me
My first day in the classroom
That they wouldn't call a war
Forever I'll remember
Them all waiting by that door
Delta Blue—The Silence
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