Six Months Then a Year

~   Six months of jungle   warfare training. By July,    assigned Vietnam.   The future looks bleak,   even in February, where a jungle is sunny and warm.   Six months.  Six months.   They drag on a year. The future looks bleak,   and we are still here.   Six months.  Six […] Continue reading

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Why I Don’t Count

  Some people keep track     of their dates as they went;   I don’t.   And others take care     with the time they have spent;   I won’t.     I don’t know….I don’t count….it’s been many a year,   sometime back when      I was 21.     I […] Continue reading

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1970

…. Cold is the color     of mid-winter hoar; gold is a feeling     I felt once before.   Nineteen-seventy     I hereby declare the end of involvement,    unfairness of war.   So near and so far,     too close for some, one dearly departed     from what once […] Continue reading

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