Goodwill 1969

Goodwill 1969 short poem

Send me your sons
And ask not why.
Give them a hug
And say goodbye.

It isn’t a war,
It’s just goodwill.
I will take your sons
And teach them to kill.

It isn’t a war,
It’s just goodwill:
Explain it to a mother
Or a widowed young girl.

What happen to Teddy,
And Tommy and Mike?
Little boys playing and
Riding their bikes.

Freckles and ice cream
First car and first date.
You look out the window
And worry, he’s late.

A chill passes over:
You awake from a sleep.
Something is wrong,
You can feel it so deep.

The chaplain is here,
He knows what to say.
It’s just a job
He does every day.

No tears from the chaplain,
He does this so often.
Your son’s coming home
In a flag covered coffin.

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Randall Smith

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Not from anywhere but from everywhere Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, USA, Army Veteran, Germany 1966-1968, Viet Nam 1968-1969. Two kids and bunch of grandkids. Enjoy my Roses, fishing and card playing. I may not write for several months and then I can not stop for several weeks. I have notebooks with 4 or 5 lines only, waiting for me to return.
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J.rid
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Sad very sad and sometimes Randall I query —for what!!! cannot our leaders talk????

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