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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => untitled
[time] => 2011-11-25 18:48:28
[hometext] => The Red River Delta 1971
[bodytext] => There's a sudden silence in the jungle where I lay. Must be Charlie's sneakin 'round again; if he comes near enough, I'll issue him his pay. The stench of napalm's all around; Must be the F's passed overhead. Beneath me the now familiar feeling of the spongy, mossy ground. Tomorrow will be today's twin; things don't change much here. We'll shoot somemore, patrol somemore, but we'll never win. This aint our fight, it never was; what the f--- we doin here? I ask God to get me out, but He never does. It don't mean I've lost faith in Him, just scared as hell ya see. Tired too of goin so far out upon the limb. Don't mind fightin for freedom's sake, but hows bein here help that? Lyin belly down in muck, don't a hero make. My bud owed me twenty bucks, bad luck he befell; not talkin 'bout last night's game; today he took a mortar's shell. And Billy B from way up in Alaska, or so they say; two weeks ago this Monday took a trip back home to Nome the hard way. Oh yeah, and Johnny C who loved to quote a psalm, and tell the punchline of ajoke all wrong; don't have to fret no more 'bout writin home to mom. And was it Mick or Joe who said, "My time here's nearly done?" Don't matter which it was, now that both are dead. With all the death and mayhem it's a chore to keep thoughts straight; but one thing never changes, I'm sick of Vietnam. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 78 [topic] => 57 [informant] => rick2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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