via: Vietnam War
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I am not the first to die
And roads beyond bring ever more
But I must hope that someone's son
Will speak of war no more.

I did not choose this age to live
Or seek a soldier's martyrdom.

This lonely land I barely knew-
So many miles from home.

In spring of life and spring of year,
It is goodbye, my task is done.

For April shall not come for me
And I will feel no summer sun.

To live, believe and understand
Was all I sought to do,
But fate decreed it otherwise,
My cross shall pass to you.
- Author Unknown