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In The Jungle of Vietnam

In the shadows an enemy lurks, it’s where they hide.
While inside my foxholes, a Marine grunt, I abide.
A poncho line wrapped around my body that shivers;
Steeled nerves, impenetrable will, I refuse to quiver.

I wait soaking wet in my restrained prime.
Its death that haunts me while I suffer this time.
My mind is troubled, yet there I’ll remain
There’s no pretending, its death, not a game.

Trained to fight and not to run for the Vietnam War,
Where time has forgotten, and joy comes no more.

Waiting for the enemy, faces without names;
Their bodies mount-up now God’s to claim.

Marines died in the jungles of South Vietnam
While outside of country, the world moved on.
They dared not dream, for it might be forever.
O’ Home, Sweet Home, twas' their bold endeavor.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 11/23/2017 6:12:00 AM
A poncho line wrapped around my body that shivers; Steeled nerves, impenetrable will, I refuse to quiver. Your braveness has got to the acme nice one poet.you really great
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Johnny Martinez
Date: 11/26/2017 12:17:00 AM
Thank you for your comment. Life's experience.