The distant roar of deadly guns
That spewed death all around
Caused Brave Young Men to cry and pray
And tremble by their sound.
Confused young men who had no choice
Laid their lives on the line
Amid the carnage all around
They aged before their time.
The din that woke the dormant peace
Inside their crude domains
Of weary soldiers striving to sleep
Ignoring all their pains.
Bared, bloody fields that yielded death
Strewn now with carrion
They now consume the last remains
Of men that have passed on.
Allied comrades fought side by side
Found comfort with their own
Confided fright, confided hope
Amazed at how they'd grown.
The wail of hurt that stirred the night
In agony they cried
Next morn an eerie silence asks:
"Are they asleep, perhaps they died?"
With open arms and bleeding hearts
Their loved ones wait in streams
For some will come with shattered limbs
And some with shattered dreams.
DEDICATED TO ALL VETERANS OF VIET NAM!
GOD BLESS YOU ALL.
Donato Gomez, Jr. USAF
This is not
Donato's only literary achievement. He and his sister, Rosalinda G. Gomez, the
PSJA Homecoming Queen in '58, composed the lyrics to the Alamo Memorial High