“Depressed” by Charles Kent Purcell II

My uncle Kent gave his life in Vietnam. He wrote a poem about his experience shortly before he died. Congressman Sykes of Florida read it to the House of Representatives in Washington D.C. in 1969 and it was entered into the Congressional Record.

From Congressman Sykes: “Mr. Speaker, young Charles K. Purcell is dead. He was nineteen. His parents live in Valparaiso in my district. Two weeks before his death he wrote a poem. His Mother gave it to me when she told me that he made the supreme sacrifice for America. This nineteen-year old had a home and a wonderful family. He had a girlfriend, too, and a great many friends, for he was a wholesome American boy. All of them know what he has done and what other nineteen-year olds are doing for their country. Perhaps his poem will help the rest of us to do more – even just a little more – to bring about victory.”

Uncle Kent’s poem:

“Depressed”

by Charles K. Purcell II

I’m an American soldier,

My country I protect.

But I fight in Vietnam

Which I did not select.

I was happy, I was care-free,

Still young and full of life.

I was torn from my world

To help end this strife.

I didn’t want this war,

I just can’t see the light.

It’s for our homes and families

So I will have to fight.

The Cong is our enemy,

The fight is always near.

But at home the draft card burners

Are attacking from the rear.

At home they pay no notice

They could care less.

“Let the fools go over there,

Heck with the bloody mess.

The clergy pray for us,

The Mothers fret and cry.

We lie here and hope and wait,

At home they all just sigh!

“He was a good ole guy,

too bad it had to be.

I know it is a terrible thing,

But better him than me.”

The girl friends drop the soldiers.

They cannot wait for some

Who are fighting to protect them,

But never may come home.

The war continues on,

So I will let it ride.

I can last for just a year,

For God is on our side.

House Congressional Record

22 May 1969