Warriors Thoughts

While holding my M-16 in hand with a filled magazine A canteen with water and camouflage green jeans We engage the enemy with a M-79 grenade launcher Regaining our position as VC fire becomes stronger Nights filled with fear days the same with no end in sight Dreams become nightmares with thoughts that ignite Food out of boxes stores becoming only a memory Weak from walking one boot at a time depleting our energy Huey choppers with blades spinning landing to pick up the dead Tears and anger blended together knowing what we face up ahead Thoughts of home now faint only the death of a brother Two hundred and three days left my mind is still in wonder Will I live or die each day this crosses my mind in thought I am back home writing this poem about a war we all fought Contest: A Warriors Sonnet Sponsored by: John Lawless Date Created: 09/16/2020