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  Thank you.
  Harry H. Smith

Let me take this time,
	to thank you Vietnam;
For all your early influence,
	as to who and what I am.

And before I forget,
	It's applause well spent;
For all the gratitude shown,	
	By our wonderful government.

Last, but certainly not least,
	Some credit to the V.A.;
For the warmth and understanding,
	They ration out each day.

Thank you all so very much,
	There's not much else to say;
Except that I hope to see you all,
	Burning in HELL someday.

How long will it take
	For my mind to ever rest?
How long will the black heart
	Beat within my chest?

How long will my mind
	Be able to withstand?
How long before I lose control
	Of this quaking hand.

How long will it take
	To forget the things I've seen?
How long must I pay
	Before my slate is clean?

How long will it be
	Before I can feel again?
How long, how long, how long,
	How long it has been.

Hypocrisy abounds,
On the jeweled crowns,
Top hats, fat cats, 
Steaks and wine,
Money under the table 
And silk shirts so fine.

Death all around,
Hugging the ground,
C-rats, Steel hats, 
Festering minds,
This is the price we pay.

Battles met,
To hell with the Vet,
Go your separate way;
No one cares, If you dare,
To kill yourself someday.

A body bag and a flag,
This is the thanks we get.