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A Soldier
I sat in my truck in Hue City....
Little kids were everywhere....
Hungry.
One little girl I saw...
So pretty....
Maybe six or so
I didn't know....
Every morning
Our convoy would go
To Hue....
And she would be there
Looking for me...
A street child lost and hungry
I knew....
We never shared a word...
but I knew her smile..
I always had some food to share
Each day...It was my way...
I looked forward to seeing her
laugh and smiling every day...
Then came the next day...
In the morning...
Where was my darling
Little Vietnamese girl?
A boy...filthy dirty..
Maybe five years old,
Made the sign of death...
The NVA had killed Her.....
For wanting to be fed....by
The Americans....
I know that I am haunted
From things you cannot know
Or share...
A beautiful child died because
I gave her a piece of bread.....
PTSD has no bounds..........
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