Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂
( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..
I set here looking at the news
The powers wanted peace they say,
And while they spoke, bombs were dropped
20 children died that day!
What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die
Smiles on their faces, while shaking hands
Arms deals for defense would come into play,
A bomb went off in a crowded market
10 children died that day.
What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give a world with LOVE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die
A war to end all wars, they said
Yet to war they always return,
Death, destruction, suffering and pain
Won’t they every learn?
What’s wrong with this idea?
Let’s give LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.
Anger versus anger, hate versus hate
Seeds sown by war at home and away,
Starvation , sickness, a mother in tears
More and more children die every day.
What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE, LOVE and LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller)
Hello Diary…
It is Memorial Day here on the prairies and for all those who, like me, ventured into harms way where many feared to follow and angels feared to tread, for their families and for everyone else….
My son were born on September 28, 1965, I received orders to go to Vietnam on September 30, 1965 and 2 and 1/2 weeks later left family and prairies for a world unknown…
We were volunteers, one and all
So Noble.. Proud.. and Brave,
Did not know the reasons for war
Just a people from tyranny to save!
Glasses held high, we made an toast
Surely that Victory would rule the day!
While back at home, the voices of unrest
Not a kind word for us did they say.
(Vietnam 1966)
Some of us could not vote, children were we
Some not old enough drink, but still our battle cry,
Even with all that we could not do
For us children, it was to do or die!
(me sitting down)..
Vietnam was a hostile, violent land
The dangers, the horrors of war abound,
Whether the paddies of Vietnam or the fields of home,
Seemed for us, not a friend could be found.
But we proudly gave it our all
Faced our destiny, with a hint of fear of tomorrow
Some to return to a mother’s joy
Some to return to a mother’s sorrow.
So should you be looking on today
One more toast, hold your glasses high,
To PEACE, HOPE and LOVE, may they long endure
CHEERS, LASSIES AND LADDIES!!!.. And SEMPER FI
(penned by Sgt, Larry “Dutch” Woller,12th Marine Regiment, Vietnam, 1965–1966…)