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WORLD  OF  WAR   -  VIETNAM

Again and again I see it, I hear it -
The shudder shudder of the blades 
Beating the hot sweaty air, 
Swooping low overhead.
The shrill shriek as the engines 
Are pierced by sprays of AK bullets.

The endless morass of elephant grass
And swamps with no way out.
Always three little guys just coming from nowhere,
Just coming in tunnels and disappearing;
Never a regiment dug in with concrete  -
Elusive  is what the commander calls it.

And the bags with tags going home
Containing  ‘some’ of our friends  -
Maybe an arm or a foot found afterwards
When the mines were all cleared.
And a wife  who writes about  her decision 
To divorce: gut-wrenching morale booster.

The demos  on our  tvs every night  -
Who wants this fight  is not very clear  - 
And my brother on a  destroyer in Tonkin
By mistake shot down a  US  plane;
And our mum asks him about socks and food;
And is afraid when the mailman calls.

When we come back to empty airports
And empty hearts and see the neglect,
The lack of sympathy and respect :
Again and again I see it, I hear it 
In  nightmares which never leave me  -
A swamp with no way out.
…………………………………………………..
Written by Sydney Peck  
for  Miranda Lambert’s  Contest: WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM

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