"MESSAGE TO THE FREE"
by Sp/4 Anthony J. Anzalone /1967
(1) Here I sit in a land unknown, Thinking of a place far away, called home. A place I cherish and love so dear, A place now troubled with so much fear. For I hear of big marches and troubles of our times, And of hippies and weirdoes, and long sit-in lines. You people don't know, the impression your giving, Aren't you happy, within the country you're living ? (2) You riot and rave, then run out of sight, And when everything's over, you still want to fight. You're tearing up my country, my friends, my morale, Then when I come home, you'll call me your pal. And what are you fighting for, do you really know ? Is it just a new fad, and you feel you must go ? And what I am going through, you don't really care, But lucky for me, it's only a year. (3) For I am still sitting, in this land so unknown, A land so different, from my own. A land of war, and terrorist might, And if you want to live, you'll have to fight. Our boys are dying, but do you really care ? It's not your son, so you'll just say a prayer. But to us it's worth fighting for, freedom I mean, So now maybe your boy, will reach the age of eighteen. (4) And when he gets drafted, like many of us, You'll start to worry, but don't make a fuss. He will be in the army, and write you a letter, And lf he's like me, it's all for the better. He will look in awe of this horrible land, Then appreciate little things, like a warm tender hand. (5) For I have seen how these people exist, And when I return, the Free Earth I will kiss. So look at these people, and think what you're doing, It's Blood Splattered Freedom. THAT YOU ARE UNDOING.
Note:
The aprox. date of writing Oct.20,1967
Anthony J. Anzalone served with 114th Assualt Helicopter Co.
Mecong Delta, Vinh-Long, Vietnam 1967 1968
Helicopter Crew Chief "Gold Knight" <6600902>and "RED Knights")
Reprinted in local newspapers in Nov.1967 Smithtown, N.Y.
acknowledged in writing by Pres. L.B.Johnson
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