Dearest Momma
Dearest momma,
I sure do love you and miss you.
From this helicopter, I get a gruesome view.
Some friends are wading in the mud.
Carrying one wounded keeping him out of the crud.
I hate to say it, but Vietnam's like hell.
Everywhere you look you see fragments of blown up shell.
When will this war ever end precious one?
Will I see you at home or beyond the sun?
Keep praying for these copters to stay in the air,
and to keep us here in Vietnam, safe from all the fire.
Momma darling I must close this letter.
And we'll hope and pray all our days will get better.
Your loving son,
Jimmy
Jimmy Anderson "World of War: Vietnam" contest
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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