Angelina

In 1965, I was enlisted, To serve in the battle at Vietnam For ten senseless years, I fought Until the fall of Saigon A medic, my trade, In battle- I'd nurse All the wounded soldiers... The war would disperse One day in the field, While helping the wounded I found a Vietnamese woman, Bloodied, crying...and severely injured A sever on her forehead 'Bout three inches wide And a bullet hole puncture That had torn through her side She was left for dead, by those with no vain No more could I watch that poor woman in pain Draped over my back, I trekked half a mile Talking other languages we spoke all the while Until I got her to a hospital across the enemy lines Narrowly missing... Those enemy mines Ten days she spent in the hospitals there Until they were able to transport her To a room, of my care For six long months more I'd stay with the troops Bunkered down like chickens cuddled in coops But every day, I checked... On that Vietnamese woman To see if she was still alive And to see how she was doing As days passed by, We became close in heart So close, that nothing... Could separate us apart That wounded Vietnamese woman Became part of my life My sweet Angelina, Is now my dear wife