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Below is the poem entitled DIRTY LAUNDRY ON VIETNAM which was written by poet Wandering Butterfly. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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Along with the stench 
From the Vietnam swamp
Lingers many other stains
Far beyond mud and muck

I’ve washed and scrubbed
‘Til my fingers bled raw
Trying to remove the souvenirs
From my uniform cloth.

Splats of blood, of a friend,
Buried without a face,
And the revenge on the shooter,
In the very same place.

The stain, there on the arm,
Is from the night when I slept,
In a dug out, trench,
Where dead bodies were kept

There’s a cigarette burn
On the chest, over there
Self inflicted pain,
Meant to melt away care

Deeper into hell
Evert step that I took
Mayhem and murder
In all directions, it lurked

A letter arrived 
They said I could go home.
So, my buddy and I 
To the train station flown

1 week later, in Kentucky
We planted our feet
To be spat on by strangers
We passed on the street

The dirty laundry we wore
Was not held with respect,
We came home from one War
And, intercepted the next

Politicians on the news
Say, that was not a “war.”
Just a conflict, they say
So, what did our men die for?

I’ve woke up in panic,
Cold sweats, and crazed
I’ve wide opened fire
Through my home, without phase

If that don’t define war,
Then what’s this that I feel,
Are you trying to tell me,
What I saw wasn’t real?

Still yet today, I am pestered
By images, time to time
When I open that drawer
With dirty laundry inside.

All rights reserved ©
Miranda Lambert
In dedication to my Pawpaw; Frank Dials, Vietnam Veteran 
Served from 1964-1970.
He always has a hard time telling this story, but tells it bravely.

Copyright © Wandering Butterfly

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  1. Date: 6/9/2011 6:17:00 PM
    this was so beautiful, nicely done! cory

  1. Date: 4/21/2011 8:53:00 AM
    Let me brush a tear away, this is heart-taking, is that even a word, but I feel each line in my heart, tremendous writing~~

  1. Date: 4/20/2011 2:43:00 PM
    The dedication is to my pawpaw, not my uncle. Pawpaw is indian for grand father, Gwen, No offense taken, just a mere misunderstanding..Thanks for your gracious comment :-)

  1. Date: 4/20/2011 8:37:00 AM
    I always think of the Captain in Forest Gump when I think of the 'War of Viet Nam'. This is such a powerful write dear Miranda. I entered your contest and realized I had a typo in my entry: I put sweet instead of sweat in my entry ' In the Face of Death. I corrected it- hoepully in time. Lainie'

  1. Date: 4/19/2011 6:27:00 PM
    Honoring your uncle. Frank Dials. This is a wonderful poem and worth letting the world know. Enjoyed writing for you and your uncle in this awesome contest. Gwendolen

  1. Date: 4/19/2011 12:47:00 PM
    Very sad, touchy and realistic picture of the viet war, Miranda