The days go dragging by. Each soldier has a teardrop in his eye.
War is nothing to behold--bitter and cold.
This morning went by stubbornly. It wasn't like it used to be before the war, it went so fast...it couldn't last.
What is my fate beyond the sea?
Within a heart I long to be.
Once joy was mine and I came here. My joy just seemed to disappear.
She couldn't wait, I was too late...Dear John song.
That story's distant, forgotten now, and all I want to find is one to feel as I can feel, and see how war has bent my mind.
So real, so unkind.
The night's so dark against the moon.
The end is coming, coming soon.
The freedom bird will carry me...wait for me.

Cam Rahn 16 April 1971

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