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
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2020
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