SERVICEMEN MEMORIAL
TO THE SOLDIERS IN VIET NAM
by Melvin LaFountain -- January 15, 1967

Here in Southeast Asia,
Vietnam is the spot.
We are doomed to spend one year 
In the land that God forgot.

Here in the land of nothing 
Where men get mighty blue; 
Right in the middle of nowhere, 
Twelve thousand miles from you.

We sweat, we fight, we suffer-
It's more than a man can stand; 
We're not a bunch of convicts, 
We're defenders of our land

We're soldiers of our country 
Earning our measly pay; 
Guarding people with millions 
For two-and-a-half a day.

Nobody knows that we're alive, 
And nobody gives a damn; 
At home we are almost forgotten-
We belong to "Uncle Sam."

We are living with our memories 
While waiting for our gals-
Hoping that while we're away 
They won't find someone else

We're not having any fun here
Look at the good times we've missed; 
Brother, don't get drafted-
And for gosh sake don't enlist.

When we reach those fiery gates 
You'll hear the devil yell:
"Fall out, you boys from Vietnam, 
You've spent your time in hell."

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