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[sid] => 49891
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[aid] => mick
[title] => IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME
[time] => 2004-05-31 22:48:33
[hometext] => Written after I found out I was responsible for someone's death 35 years earlier
[bodytext] => You were the soldier who came to me for aid
I was the medic who would take care of you.
We were two young soldiers
In the wrong place at the wrong time.
I gave you the dosage of medication I thought was correct
But I was wrong…I gave you too much and I killed you.
You fell to the floor your heart pounding inside your chest.
You were alive when I last saw you
A short ride to the hospital I thought you had made it
Thirty-five years ago you died in the back of an ambulance
Your life slowly eased away with the final beating of your heart
Dying in a rush hour of traffic
In the wrong place at the wrong time in Vietnam
No one told me about your death until today
Now I wish I could take it all back
I realize I cut your life so short by being
In the wrong place at the wrong time.
Grief and guilt surround me as I remember seeing your face
O God, I am so sorry, is all that I can say
How can I tell you good-bye… I don’t even know your name.
So for now you remain nameless
Until we meet again at Heaven’s gate
I pray you won’t tell me I am
In the wrong place at the wrong time.
[comments] => 3
[counter] => 231
[topic] => 57
[informant] => DocPardue
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[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 9
[ratings] => 2
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => war
)
IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME
Contributed by
DocPardue
on
Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 10:48:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
war
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You were the soldier who came to me for aid
I was the medic who would take care of you.
We were two young soldiers
In the wrong place at the wrong time.
I gave you the dosage of medication I thought was correct
But I was wrong…I gave you too much and I killed you.
You fell to the floor your heart pounding inside your chest.
You were alive when I last saw you
A short ride to the hospital I thought you had made it
Thirty-five years ago you died in the back of an ambulance
Your life slowly eased away with the final beating of your heart
Dying in a rush hour of traffic
In the wrong place at the wrong time in Vietnam
No one told me about your death until today
Now I wish I could take it all back
I realize I cut your life so short by being
In the wrong place at the wrong time.
Grief and guilt surround me as I remember seeing your face
O God, I am so sorry, is all that I can say
How can I tell you good-bye… I don’t even know your name.
So for now you remain nameless
Until we meet again at Heaven’s gate
I pray you won’t tell me I am
In the wrong place at the wrong time.
Copyright ©
DocPardue
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2004-05-31 22:48:33]
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Re: IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME
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by matts_sweetie_04 on
Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 10:52:32 PM AEST
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Good poem made me have tears. I am sorry this happened to you. God bless!
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Re: IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME
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by Jenni_K on
Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 12:08:33 AM AEST
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Kerry, you can't hold yourself responsible for this... some things just happen.... I hope you find peace soon....
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Re: IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME
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by Spike on
Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 02:44:34 AM AEST
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Okay, this feels a bit weird commenting on a poem so obviously connected with a real and tragic event, but I was impressed by the repeating line and its minor variations, not overstated, and the subtle punchiness of the poem generally. Without the intro explaining the origins I woud have left the same comment. Guilt is a persistent inner demon alright. I hope you wrestle it good and eventually reconcile the (sometimes) tragedy of the best intentions. Thanks for sharing your distress so eloquently in verse.
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