WHY did I come home?From the Vietnam WarOnly to have lonelinessKnocking at my door
I flew over with a few matesBut I was really on my ownAnd when it came to coming backOn the flight home I was again alone
I spent many years in the ArmyAfter returning from VietnamBut of all the people that I metI've seen enough to count on one hand
I often fell like ending itAnd pulling out the fuseBut that's when I feel all aloneBoth bitter and confused
QUITE often I ask the good LordWhy did you let me liveBut there never is an answerAs to why he ever did
I often feel like a lonerAnd very often don't belongEspecially among other VetsWho often seem quite strong?
Most of the Vets are InfanteersWho were a very close knit teamBecause mostly they were walkingAnd trying hard not to be seen
BUT I was a member of the CavalryThat made a lot of noiseAnd when it came to close knit matesI was really just one of the boys
YOU would go and do your tourAt very different timesAnd it was most unlikelyTo be with the same crew mate all of the time
SOMETIMES you got woundedBut most were lucky to escapeFrom the rockets and the missilesAnd the damage that a land mine would make
SO if you were unluckyNot to have escaped the warIt's very easy to understandWhy you feel so sorry and sore
BUT all I have is the memoryOf being blown upAnd I guess that's what makes me differentFrom the Vets that kept their luck
BUT it doesn't help the feelingsThat I go through day after dayOf the knowledge that I came homeBut the memories won't go away
AND that's when I wonderWhy I had to come homeAnd live with all the memoriesIt's no wonder I feel all alone
Copyright © 2002 Phil Kadow.
==================================All They Ask
THERE are disabled veteransAs far as the eye can seeWho are still paying the priceSo all Australians can be free
BUT now the time has comeTo tally up the costSo that their DIGNITYDoesn't ever become lost
THEY gave their all for their countryWithout counting up the costOnly to find out their countryDoesn't give a toss
THE government and the public seem to thinkThat they did what they were trained forBut they don't understand that when you've been thereIt stays with you for life
ONCE the war is overYour troubles don't go awayThey stay with you foreverQuite often getting in the way
ALL these veterans ask forIs a proper quality of lifeOne that lets them keep goingWithout getting them into strife
YOU can't place a monetary valueOn what these veterans didBut it would be nice if the governmentStopped eroding the quid
THEY are not a lot of bludgesWandering aimlessly through lifeAll they are afterIs for the government to do what's right
GIVE them a FAIR GOIs all that each one asksSo they can keep on goingRight up until the last
THAT'S the day they answer the callOf the Almighty up aboveAnd meet up with their MatesThe ones they fought with and loved
Copyright © 2003. Phil Kadow.
A Little Piece of Me.
I joined the regular Army in AdelaideJust before I turned nineteenAnd if my memory serves me wellBeing young, I was also very keen
My next stop was KapookaWhere they trained me very hardAnd measured my performanceWith every objective and every yard
The Corporals were little HitlersThe Sergeants were the HunAnd when it came to trainingThey had me on the run
When all my training was completeAnd I marched out proud and tallThey then put me on a busThat was headed for Puckapunyal
The Armoured Centre was now my homeWhere Corps training began in earnestAnd by the time my first six weeks were upI'd been taught how to operate all types of wireless
The second phase of my training beganAfter Christmas once I got backAnd that part consisted of gunnery as well asThe driving and servicing of tracks
I was on the driving circuitGetting familiar with the vehicleWhen the instructor Corporal Vearing saidIt was my turn in the cycle
I pulled the steering lever to go leftAnd the other to go rightBut when I put my foot downIt gave me quite a fright
I was driving down a slopeAt a speed just a little too fastThat when I reached the base of itI'd given the rest of the lads a good laugh
The road turned sharply to the rightBut I pulled the stick back just a little too hardAnd that caused the back end to slide outCovering many a dusty yard
By the time I straightened up the trackAnd finally gained controlI locked up the brakes and ended upKnocking a fence post out of its hole
From that day came a nicknameOut of an event that was filled with laughterA name I wore with pride and honourFearless Phil, the Flying Fence Fucker
Copyright © 2001 Phil Kadow
=============================================A Tale of Mine.
Our steeds were fed and wateredAnd the stores had all been packedAs we headed out in convoyJust us and our trusty tracks
The engineers were waitingWith their dozers at the readyWe were off to do land clearingIn a place that we were fearing
The Long Hai Mountains were a strongholdWhere many lives had been lostWhile trying to oust old CharlieFrom where he didn't want to be got
Our job was of protectionWhile the dozers cleared the trailBut the enemy wasn't giving it upWithout us paying some sort of bail
It happened on a MondayIt was the 9th of MarchWhen the dozer Brutus was out workingAt a pace not very fast
Suddenly we heard a bangAnd knew exactly what had happenedBrutus had set of a mineLarge enough for his spirits to be dampened
The Mini Team was all kitted outTo do their dangerous taskWhich was to make it safe for usFrom another deadly blast
To see what had happenedTo the big beast made of steelBrought home the realizationThat this bloody war was real
Copyright © 2001 Phil Kadow.
If you've never been in combatYou don't know what it's likeTo always being in 'switched on' modeThat's known as 'Fight or Flight'Even though you're in a section,Troop, Platoon or BattalionThe pressure on you is so greatEspecially when you're in actionYour reactions are instinctiveWhen ever the shit hits the fanAnd you do what is requiredIt's the same with every manYou wouldn't let your mates downNo matter what the costAlways giving them protectionUntil they're 'Dusted Off'But once the fight is overAnd the enemy have fledYou can then sit down and wonderIs this real or in your head?Tomorrow's just another dayAnd no matter what it bringsYou know that you are still aliveBut you have no time to singAfter all, you are a combat soldierAnd that you will always beIt's something that can't be taken awayBecause it seems it was meant to beThe reactions of being in combatLinger with you all of your lifeEspecially the horror thingsThat you just can't tell your wifeYour friends can't see the problemsThat you live with every dayThey seem to think your stupidBecause you act a different wayThe things that seem to excite themAre totally mundane to youAnd that's when you tend to wonderWhat has become of you?Your life is one of cautionYou are constantly looking aroundFor any signs of dangerThat may make you 'Go to Ground'The things that seem importantIn this fast and furious worldAre enough to make you come overFeeling very very coldQuite often I think of dyingIt seems the only answer to meBecause instead of these feelingsAt least I would be freeBut I know it sounds so selfishOnly thinking of myselfIt stems from after battleNot being given any helpSo now we're just left aloneTo fend and fight for one's selfFor being alone is all there isBecause there seems to be nothing elseCopyright © 2001 Phil Kadow.