jdullighan
01-02-2004, 11:07
I came across Colin Jones while looking for the author of "A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS". You can find him and many others at http://iwvpa.net/index.html.
COLIN F. JONES - “Col”
Col is an Australian Vietnam Veteran who served with 104 Field Battery, Royal Australian Artilliery in Phuc Tuey Province, SVN in 1968 - 1969.
CHRISTMAS 1969
I spent Christmas 69 in the field in Vietnam. We were allowed two cans of beer each. Some of us however had a turn visiting the American Base Bien Hoa, which was close by. We had a day in there ... got shipped back late that night by the US MP's. Took em a while to find us…
-- The Brits say that no Aussie calls "A spade a spade", they call it "A f.....g shovel". In other words they say what they think without fear or favor and if you don't like it you can p..s off, especially if you are a 'pommiebastard', their affectionate name for the English. Or so I'm told by my best mate, an Aussie from Sydney.----
This says it all:
ODE TO AMERICA
What can this simple poet do for you,
a nation great where I don’t even live,
A land of freedom distanced from my view,
for all I have are words of love to give.
I have never seen the vast wide plains so green,
the mountain ranges capped with frozen snow,
So many places there I have not seen,
the wild deep valleys where the rivers flow.
The monuments to soldiers killed in war,
the proud processions when the flags do fly,
the people gathered where the towers were,
the wall of spirits where your heroes lie.
I can but say from this a quiet place,
That God has blessed your nation with his grace.
©Colin F. Jones
11 September 2003
I can relate to this:
TREASONABLE, DESPICABLE SPECIMENS OF MEN
No matter what is said or what is done,
It can't nor could be ever right for some,
Whose negative thoughts seek all folk to blame,
Who do not agree with their narrow claim.
Oft do such critics with their tiresome way,
Reflect not on the freedom they betray,
For while they reap the benefits of the state,
They condemn the system from which they fill their plate.
This is freedom; for which brave soldiers die,
For the right to speak the truth, and the right to lie,
The right to choose the God they wish to praise,
The right to criticise their own Government's ways.
But also for the truthful to condemn,
Such treasonable despicable specimens of men.
©Colin F. Jones
17 April 2003
This may be harder to understand but remember he was a regular.
WHY DID I FIGHT?
Why did I fight in Vietnam my friend,
'Tis best I tell the truth and not pretend,
For better pay and a higher rank,
Be I a grunt or in a metal tank.
But that was why I WENT not why I FOUGHT,
Doing what in training we had all been taught.
I fought because my mates might cop it sweet,
Without me there to keep 'em on their feet,
I fought to hear them say the words G'day,
And make bloody sure they didn't go astray.
I fought because there was a bloody foe,
Who had the hide to try and kill us all you know.
I fought because I had to fight to live,
And because my mates had so much love to give.
©Colin F. Jones
01 March 2003
COLIN F. JONES - “Col”
Col is an Australian Vietnam Veteran who served with 104 Field Battery, Royal Australian Artilliery in Phuc Tuey Province, SVN in 1968 - 1969.
CHRISTMAS 1969
I spent Christmas 69 in the field in Vietnam. We were allowed two cans of beer each. Some of us however had a turn visiting the American Base Bien Hoa, which was close by. We had a day in there ... got shipped back late that night by the US MP's. Took em a while to find us…
-- The Brits say that no Aussie calls "A spade a spade", they call it "A f.....g shovel". In other words they say what they think without fear or favor and if you don't like it you can p..s off, especially if you are a 'pommiebastard', their affectionate name for the English. Or so I'm told by my best mate, an Aussie from Sydney.----
This says it all:
ODE TO AMERICA
What can this simple poet do for you,
a nation great where I don’t even live,
A land of freedom distanced from my view,
for all I have are words of love to give.
I have never seen the vast wide plains so green,
the mountain ranges capped with frozen snow,
So many places there I have not seen,
the wild deep valleys where the rivers flow.
The monuments to soldiers killed in war,
the proud processions when the flags do fly,
the people gathered where the towers were,
the wall of spirits where your heroes lie.
I can but say from this a quiet place,
That God has blessed your nation with his grace.
©Colin F. Jones
11 September 2003
I can relate to this:
TREASONABLE, DESPICABLE SPECIMENS OF MEN
No matter what is said or what is done,
It can't nor could be ever right for some,
Whose negative thoughts seek all folk to blame,
Who do not agree with their narrow claim.
Oft do such critics with their tiresome way,
Reflect not on the freedom they betray,
For while they reap the benefits of the state,
They condemn the system from which they fill their plate.
This is freedom; for which brave soldiers die,
For the right to speak the truth, and the right to lie,
The right to choose the God they wish to praise,
The right to criticise their own Government's ways.
But also for the truthful to condemn,
Such treasonable despicable specimens of men.
©Colin F. Jones
17 April 2003
This may be harder to understand but remember he was a regular.
WHY DID I FIGHT?
Why did I fight in Vietnam my friend,
'Tis best I tell the truth and not pretend,
For better pay and a higher rank,
Be I a grunt or in a metal tank.
But that was why I WENT not why I FOUGHT,
Doing what in training we had all been taught.
I fought because my mates might cop it sweet,
Without me there to keep 'em on their feet,
I fought to hear them say the words G'day,
And make bloody sure they didn't go astray.
I fought because there was a bloody foe,
Who had the hide to try and kill us all you know.
I fought because I had to fight to live,
And because my mates had so much love to give.
©Colin F. Jones
01 March 2003