A personal view of the awarding of the purple heart medal.

They said it was for wounds received

as they pinned it to my chest

but the wounds they couldn’t see

were far worse than the rest

They took away my childhood dreams

of peace and harmony

they took away my dreams of love

and made a monster out of me

My friends all say I’ve changed somehow

I’m not the boy they knew

I know they’re right for that boy died

in a green hell called Pleiku

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