I wrote this song for my husband, Viet Nam and PTSD: TO ALL OUR VETS' CONCERNS I shall tell of a Ranger, whose life was undone By the cruel hand of evil, from a war - never won. He fought for his country, too greedy to care. Went as a boy, deep scars he still bears. His youth was stripped away, a man he had to be. No time to wonder why, only time for bravery. What he saw and did there, still haunts him today. Too young to know, back then, the price he'd have to pay. His brothers that came home with him, all know this same sad song. The hell and the pain they feel, did start - in Viet Nam. A combat vet can tell you, his enemy was unknown. He did what he had to in that free fire zone. If you look at his face now, his tired eyes you'll see. Hiding ghosts inside, and never feelin' free. Our government should listen to ALL our vets' concerns. Where's the honor and respect for which they all deserve? Why do you now ignore them, as if their hell's not real? You should be makin' damn sure Vet's get help - help to heal! His brothers that came home with him, all know this same sad song. The hell and the pain they feel, did start - in Viet Nam. Liz O'Dell  December, 1997 SONGS INDEX