Another Unknown Soldier
Green locusts whirl and flap above,
A long way from Chicago, love.
Out here, the armor piercing dove
will make you scream for mothers' love.
Through layers of mud, I'm still alive
if life just means what I survive.
The mortars thunk, I shove and dive.
I don't think I'm--------------------------.
The World of War: Vietnam.
Gerard F. Keogh Jr.
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