Autry Inman - Ballad Of Two Brothers Lyrics
Somewhere in Vietnam, September firstDear, Mom and DadWe must've marched twenty miles todayThrough the rain and the mudAnd believe it or notThis is the first opportunityI've had to sit down andWrite in two or three weeksThis'll have to be shortBut I just wanted to send my loveAnd let you know that I'm doing fineBut you know, just being hereAnd seeing how close these peopleAre to losing their freedomMakes me that much more determinedTo help win this war'Cause if we don't, the next battlefieldMay be closer to home than VietnamMust close for now, all my loveYour son, BudP.S., how's Tommy doingAt State UniversityTell him his big brother said helloState University, September firstHi, Dad, we must haveMarched twenty blocks todayAnd, baby, I'm beatI mean, like the signI was carrying got real heavyBut, Dad, everything was out of sightThere were recorders andPhotographers and cameramanFrom every major newsService and network in the nationSo look for your baby boy's pictureOn the front page of today's paperOf course, you might have aLittle trouble recognizing meWith my groovy beardBut, Dad, I know we're rightHow can you defend my brotherMurdering all those people overseasSo what if the CommunistsDo take over in South VietnamWhy, just todayOur economics professor assured usThat people get alongJust as well under communismAs they do underAny other form of governmentI'm sorry, DadBut this God and country bitJust isn't my bagGotta go, dad, big rally tonightYour son, TommyP.S., Dad better send me anExtra fifty bucks this week, digDear Mr. and Mrs. SmithI know you must be awfullyProud of your fine sonI wish I could be there toSee you recieve Bud's medal of honorIt may comfort you to knowThat his last thoughts were of youAnd as his sergeantI can truthfully sayHe was one of the bravest menI have ever knownDear Mom and DadIt's been some timeSince I received word about BudSomehow I just didn't haveThe nerve to come homeBut I've done a lot of thinking since thenAbout my turned on friends andAbout what they said about communismWe were all wrongAnd you know, I always just worship BudNow that I've thought it over, I knowThat he would never fight for somethingUnless he believed in itWith all of his heartAnd in spite of all my past mistakesI hope that somehow, somedayI can become as big in your eyesAs my brother will always beYour son, Private Tommy Smith
