NO FACE
I've travelled the world and been many places,
but in my dreams are soldiers with no faces.
We travelled down river to pick up our troops,
just to find out some were killed by the gooks.
Our job was routine or so we had thought,
until we had to Tag, Bag and prepare for transport.
The men in the bags of most I did not know,
the fear that I felt I did not show.
At night no sleep because I cried and cried,
for it's me I believe who should have died.
When I visit "The Wall" I see my name in a space,
as my reflection shows, I too have No Face.
Domenick