

Me today with one of my best mates IRISH |
Me then 1971
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Wounded Heart
Our soldiers true blue fought world wars one and two
in korea as well dodging shot and shell
Even in Malaya our soldiers saw hell
But it was Vietnam when the people stopped to care.
Welcome home from the war they would say
You've done a good job and were proud of you on this day.
For your effort and sacrifice will not be unknown
On each Anzac day our respect you will be shown.
The Vietnam conflict over the troops have come home
In one's and two's a few at at time.
No welcome home not hero's are we
But losers today, we lost the war or so they say.
Some even killed babies old people too
We shamed our nation could all this be true.
Not Bloody likely No Bloody way it was the politicians who lost the flaming day.
you can't fight here, you can't do this and that
The World is watching and we must be seen
To fight this war fare and very very clean.
What of our wounded, what of our dead and what of our lost
with the war still in their head.
The price for this war will never be known, we all died a little and more each day, betrayed by our country in this most dastardly way.
Shunned by the people, treated like dirt
If only they knew how much we hurt.
A few little words from our own kind
We could have left the war far far behind.
"Welcome Home well Done"
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