I had went to Vietnam at the age of 23 [1971] Josh Jacobs Jersey , and it was most interesting, there were 205,000 troops there when I arrived. I was asked recently at a lecture [question and answer] at a University in Peru, Huancayo Clelin Ferrell Jersey , at the Los Andes, Language Center, how I liked it. Most of the students expected me to be down right rigid with my remarks, I think. But the first thing that came to mind was Derek Carr Jersey , ' is a high," and so I expressed that to the students, they were a ting surprised. And so in this poem I try to outline a few of the more normal occurrences, and include the highs one may find in everyday soldiering in a war area:
Part One
Vietnam: Guard Duty at Dusk
?I paced along the wired fence Quietly all night; There was no stars Bo Jackson Jersey , no moon
Just timid darkness for my light?br > I glanced from tree to tree I glanced from bush to bush I saw a shadow moving
That never said a word:
聯Halt, who goes there?? I cried. But he Never heard me, I wondered why (?)
Oh, I called him several times Hunter Renfrow Jersey , As I walked the path alone; And I watched and watched聴but
Never saw the foliage move.
I ordered him against the fence The sorry skies were dark like flint; He heard the click from my rifle go
And cried like a morbid child.
O, I had no time to tarry? So I said, once and for all: 聯Clasp your hands against the fence,
Or they聮ll find you dead tomorrow!?br > I dreamed about that evil night Now crowded with the dead; War is not all love and laughter
聴he never clasped his hands!
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Part Two
Vietnam: The Frightful Fool (Dedicated to the Los Andes Students)
聯This is not a game Oakland Raiders Jersey ,?I said And he quivered his looks away; All the schooling he has in his head, Will do for another day? 聯Run and hide,?I cried; The rockets whistle, isn聮t for school.
D聮ye think he聮d listen? Na Leonard Williams Jersey , Not much: So I screamed 聯Wakeup Fool!?br>With a cup of grief his way? 聟for there聮s no glory to die in Vietnam; for a country that Sweeps it soul away!...
And so the fearful fool awoke, To live another day!... In this game called face the foe In the far-off jungles by The South China Sea.
Part Three
Vietnam: Red Silence
I cannot silence, though I try The sound of rockets in the sky; Hurls at us in five-ton trucks:
The odyssey, of staying alive.
Yet Jamal Adams Jersey , life is still a joy聴and all is well?br>(As we make earth our little hell).
Lo! We who hear war聮s red silence (And are still alive to tell) Lift up your eyes, see heaven, Get out of the mud, awhile.
In fact Sam Darnold Jersey , I didn聮t mind the horrors of war For that is what we were there for; Rather, I hated the mud, rain and grime; And the shrapnel at times.
Part Four
Vietnam: Heroin-day
And I found in the open jungle
Golden light and golden peace
Dwelling! A thousand birds were singing!
I forgot, I was here to fight
To fight like a devil if need be. I was in a fog聴day-dreaming; Kissing wenches amongst the
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