Sergeant Farhnom
Sergeant!
SIR.
As you were.
We must take hill 43.
Air strike,
First.
Then the worst.
You'll lose half your company.
Cooper, Johnson,
O'Riely, Smith.
Another Mission;
This is OUR fifth.
Charge! said Sarge.
And charge We did.
Into a living HELL.
Death the only smell.
Should Company B forget this place.
There lies O'Riely, without a face.
Coopers' leg still on the hill.
He feels the pain in that leg; still.
The Bravest one of all.
Sergeant Farhnom, Five foot tall.
Carrying wounded to a safety trench.
Back and forth, through a deadly stench.
Dedicated to Sergeant Stephen Farhnom and Viet Nam Vets.
Inspired by Amy Green's Contest " Choose One, Have Fun " Subject " The Vietnam War "
Copyright © Hgarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2006
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