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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..........

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 10/17/2010 11:58:00 AM
Sad poem Randall, it's tragic that we send kids to war and war takes kids. I only started writing just over a year ago, and I am thoroughly enjoying it. I started when I was 48. I love writing about nature, love, war, fantasy and many more. Thank you for viewing my website. It's not great but I love it. Have a lovely Sunday evening >> James
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