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Going To War

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Going To War

The phrase, "going to war", has always had ominous and forbidding qualities that can 
reverberate to the very core of the soul. Experiencing such an ordeal has its own legacy. It 
differs from person to person in varying degrees and the anticipation is usually far more 
negative than the actual arrival into the area of conflict. Though each war has its own 
realities with which to deal, it is not the war addressed by, "Going to War". The poem reveals 
the war within when the psyche literally battles with the 'unknown' in its struggle to accept 
the actuality of an event feared and imagined.

The eastern sky grew dark with night, The west held light of day. A lonesome plane in westward flight Was taking us away. When orders came for Viet Nam And all the names were read, They may as well have dropped a bomb, Or shot us there instead. Some few had been to fight before But most of us had not; Had never dealt with death or war, Or fears of being shot. Our words came scarce and laughter naught, Concern was quick to grow. The doubts and fears we all had brought Seemed primed and set to blow. A wave of silence dashed our youth Against the rocks of war, And in its wake, the naked truth; We're little boys no more. The time had come to set aside The games of yesterday, To give our step a longer stride, To learn another way. Now doubt looms dark and ominous, A vulture from the blue, That preys upon what peace remains, From all the things we knew. We pray to soothe our fears and dread, For rest to ease our mind, For guidance through the war ahead, And mourn the 'world', behind; And that one day we'll understand Why people have to die... Still, time grows near when we would land, The miles were flying by. The windows fog with quickened breath In our descent to land. We all are sure a brush with death Is very close at hand. We watch Siagon come into view And wait to feel a blast; Then hold our breath, as if on cue, When wheels touch down, at last. The war, for us, has just begun; Our fates seem so unsure, But we are warriors, every one, Resolved we will endure. ©1971 by Jim Fish

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  1. Date: 1/29/2014 11:39:00 PM
    wow...just...wow uncle

  1. Date: 11/30/2009 5:01:00 PM
    brings me back, Jim.... my brother had a friend who came back from the 'Nam ... I wrote about it in my poem "Mike Never Came Home"

  1. Date: 11/29/2009 5:33:00 AM
    This is by far the most poignant piece I have ever read conerning the human condition in prep for "going off to war".An exemmplary write, Jim. I shall come back to this several times ,I am sure. It is loaded. Thank you for sharing this. Is this in a publication? Or several ? It should be. -Robert

  1. Date: 10/11/2009 7:33:00 PM
    Jim, this piece is so well written, it makes the reader feel the gambit of emotions you portray. Exceptional work. Hugs, Donna