=============
Please protect
my Son, Lord
He's the only one I have
Please don't let me lose him
Like I already lost his Dad.
===========
His Daddy went to Viet Nam
Thirty some odd years ago
He looked so handsome all dressed up
In the pictures that we'd show.
============
The letters came sporadically
When he first got there, Lord
He told me how much he loved me
and how he'd make us proud.
=============
Then I told him about our son, Lord
About how he was gonna be a Dad
The letters came more regular then
The waiting wasn't so bad.
=============
I watched the news most every night
To see if, by some quirk of fate,
Out of the thousands over there
I just might see his face.
============
He wrote of a Viet holiday
Coming up, that they called "Tet"
About how things were, "kinda quiet now"
But that "It hadn't started yet"
=============
They told about it on the news
But they didn't say how bad
The body count was gonna be
For Brothers, Sons and Dads.
============
You took him Lord, that fateful day
In a battle they say we won
All I ask tonight, Lord
Is, please don't take his Son.
============
© 2002
Adrain (Dee) Desaire
[Home]
[Intro] [Table
of Contents] [What's
New] [My Marines]
[FMF Corpsmen]
[Combat Wives]
[Combat Histories]
[Memorials] [Stories,
Poems, Memoirs] [Reunions]
[Picture Gallery]
[Links] [Guestbook]