It was hard to feel anything except surprise
Lavender was dead
Zapped while zipping
Ammo, he claimed, would never be a problem
Scary stuff, one might say
He was a soldier after all
It was a rigged 105 round
The parts were just hanging there, so Dave Jensen and I were ordered to shinny up and peel him off
Rat went to automatic
Then he reloaded
The baby buffalo was silent
It lay very still
It wasn’t a war story, it was a love story
She was quiet and steady. She didn’t back off from the ugly cases
Our own little native
The seven silhouettes seemed to float across the surface of the earth, like spirits, vaporous and unreal
She was lost inside herself
You come over clean and you get dirty and then afterward it’s never the same
This is Nam
Garden of evil
Step out of line, hit a mine
The place talks
Lavender was dead
Zapped while zipping
Ammo, he claimed, would never be a problem
Scary stuff, one might say
He was a soldier after all
It was a rigged 105 round
The parts were just hanging there, so Dave Jensen and I were ordered to shinny up and peel him off
Rat went to automatic
Then he reloaded
The baby buffalo was silent
It lay very still
It wasn’t a war story, it was a love story
She was quiet and steady. She didn’t back off from the ugly cases
Our own little native
The seven silhouettes seemed to float across the surface of the earth, like spirits, vaporous and unreal
She was lost inside herself
You come over clean and you get dirty and then afterward it’s never the same
This is Nam
Garden of evil
Step out of line, hit a mine
The place talks
I agree with your poem, i feel that it has an accurate description of what war is like and how it feels to everyone who participates.
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