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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