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..........