“I think the Army’s changed you,”
She said to me that night.
“And now you’re going to Viet Nam,
And I don’t think that’s right.”
“I know that we’ve been happy,
And we both hoped for more,
But I feel that I can’t love you,
If you’re going off to war.”
The words she said destroyed me.
I hadn’t thought she could.
But I had to do my duty,
As any soldier would.
I haven’t seen her since that night,
I wouldn’t know her any more.
And I don’t think I’d want to,
She was right – it was not my war.
FILE PHOTO (1966): A US Army Iroquois depart after dropping off a 6RAR patrol in Vietnam. Photo by Billy Cunneen.