Robert Augustine Seidel III

West Point, 2004

Be Thou At Peace

Posted by Rob Seidel on January 30, 2007:

By: Robbie Seidel Grade: 5 School: Emmitsburg Elementary The sound of the chopper, the feel of the land, I left my home as a boy, but now I'm a man. Forced to grow up in the killing and hate, We tallied our kill on an old wooden slate. We march through the jungle in the heat and the rain, Keep up our morale it's always the same. They tell us "Gung Ho boys let's do it or die", I wish I could just hold my head and cry. I miss my home, my family and friends, But I must buck up now for my pain's not at an end. I volunteered myself for the old USA, Gave it all I've got to be proud one day. I'm proud alright as I lay on this hill, Amongst the dead and dying I am still. I have no more worries nor grief nor pain, As I leave this world a proud U.S. Marine. If I knew then what I now tell, Would I have still come into this hell? It's not my problem. It's not my concern. They send me home in the big green bird, Not until they send my family the word, A letter that read, "You should be proud!" Oh, if I knew then what I know now. Dedicated in memory of: Marine PFC Charles R. Pittinger Killed in Action: 17 Nov, 1969 Quang Nam, South Vietnam And to all those who fought and died in the Vietnam War.

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