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September 16th 1968

As he lay in an open field Blood pouring out of his head Trying to yell for help He looks upon the clear blue sky Wondering if today he will die He can feel the wind from the chopper blades Yellow smoke sends a message to the pilots eye Pick him up or he will die As they pick him up to put him in Bullets riddle the red cross on the choppers side A thirty minute ride to Da Nang With his Jugular severed doctors had no clue How he was still alive and he did not die A brothers story told to me as he lay dying in an open field Sponsored by: Mark Massey Name Of Contest: War Sonnet Date: 01/10/2019 Shakespearean sonnet Judge N/A

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Tom Cunningham

Date: 1/10/2019 8:03:00 AM

lovely verse Bobby, the Vietnam war I remember it well. Good luck. Tom P.S, GOOD LUCK AT THE DENTIST,

Bobby May
Date: 1/10/2019 8:24:00 AM

Amazing people Tom! So many have helped me on soup it's a great place to be.

Tom Cunningham
Date: 1/10/2019 8:18:00 AM

When I joined soup to me a rhyme was a poem ,I didn't realise there were so many forms of poetry, It certainly opened my eyes. But always have a go and never be afraid to ask about stuff if you're not sure. There are some lovely people on here always ready to give advice and support.

Bobby May
Date: 1/10/2019 8:08:00 AM

LOL Tom word gets around about the dentist, I had to look and see what a Shakespearean sonnet was for this one, oh well I am giving it a shot. Yes, that was not a great time in my life either my friend. Happy New year and stay safe!!