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Only Eighteen
Written by Walt Cronin & Zander Schloss
We was just kids...gettin a hold on...gettin a load on...searchin our dreams.
We were just laughin...at all that had happened...in our young short lives...not
even begun.
It was the Sixties...no where to mix these...troubled emotions
that got me in jail.
No family to own me...I found myself lonely.. got myself drafted
for being eighteen...
I heard the judge sentence...It's Nam of detention.
To the court I did mention...I was only eighteen.
In the time that I spent there..I never could dare share...the horror
inside me with the boys that I knew.
And when I did come back...There was only the dumb lack
of what I had seen there that made me unreal.
Over and over, I'm livin it over...the loss and horror
of what I have seen.
only eighteen (repeat) I've nurtured an illness....as deep as the stillness
that lives in my dreams or so it may seem. Deep in my night sweat...I never
can forget the lives that were forfeit...for being eighteen...only eighteen (r)
A Place Beyond The Tears
Written by Walt Cronin & Zander Schloss
Your eyes____ were filled with innocence
Your hearts___would know no fear
You went as proud Americans to a place beyond the tears
Welcome home my brothers your time has come to heal

chorus:
And I scream oh baby I just can't believe it's so
I think about you all the time and it gets slow
And then I read your letters and I feel I die inside
And then I go down the road to the place beyond the tears
Welcome home my brothers whose hearts would know no fear
Your country's faith and kindness were the words you wanna hear
And you came trudging home again from that place beyond the
tears and I scream oh baby I just can't believe it's so
I think about you all the time and it gets slow
And then I read your letters and I feel I died inside
And then I go down the road to the place beyond the tears




The place you thought as home again the place you held so
dear...divided from their own my friend...unable to see clear
Welcome home my brothers
Let your hearts be healed
And I scream oh baby I just can't believe it's so
I think about you all the time and it gets slow
And then I read your letters and I feel I died inside
And then I go down the road to the place beyond the tears oh baby
Oh baby I just can't believe it's so
I think about you all the time and it gets slow
And then I read your letters and I feel I died inside
And then I go down the road to the place beyond tears
Oh baby I just can't believe it's so
I think about you all the time and it gets slow
And then I read your letters and I feel I died inside
And then I go down the road to a place beyond tears
Home Phu Da, Vietnam
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