I had went to Vietnam at the age of 23 [1971] Wholesale Jerseys Free Shipping , and it was most interesting, there were 205,000 troops there when I arrived. I was asked recently at a lecture [question and answer] at a University in Peru, Huancayo, at the Los Andes, Language Center, how I liked it. Most of the students expected me to be down right rigid with my remarks Wholesale Jerseys From China , I think. But the first thing that came to mind was, ' is a high," and so I expressed that to the students, they were a ting surprised. And so in this poem I try to outline a few of the more normal occurrences, and include the highs one may find in everyday soldiering in a war area:
Part One
Vietnam: Guard Duty at Dusk
? I paced along the wired fence Quietly all night; There was no stars, no moon
Just timid darkness for my light?
I glanced from tree to tree I glanced from bush to bush I saw a shadow moving
That never said a word:
"Halt, who goes there?" I cried. But he Never heard me Wholesale Jerseys China , I wondered why (?)
Oh, I called him several times, As I walked the path alone; And I watched and watched-but
Never saw the foliage move.
I ordered him against the fence The sorry skies were dark like flint; He heard the click from my rifle go
And cried like a morbid child.
O, I had no time to tarry-. So I said, once and for all: "Clasp your hands against the fence,
Or they'll find you dead tomorrow!"
I dreamed about that evil night Now crowded with the dead; War is not all love and laughter
-he never clasped his hands!
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Part Two
Vietnam: The Frightful Fool (Dedicated to the Los Andes Students)
"This is not a game," I said And he quivered his looks away; All the schooling he has in his head Wholesale Jerseys , Will do for another day?. "Run and hide," I cried; The rockets whistle, isn't for school.
D'ye think he'd listen? Na, Not much: So I screamed "Wakeup Fool!" With a cup of grief his way?! ?for there's no glory to die in Vietnam; for a country that Sweeps it soul away!...
And so the fearful fool awoke, To live another day!... In this game called face the foe In the far-off jungles by The South China Sea.
Part Three
Vietnam: Red Silence
I cannot silence, though I try The sound of rockets in the sky; Hurls at us in five-ton trucks:
The odyssey, of staying alive.
Yet Cheap Nike NFL Jerseys , life is still a joy-and all is well? (As we make earth our little hell).
Lo! We who hear war's red silence (And are still alive to tell) Lift up your eyes, see heaven, Get out of the mud, awhile.
In fact, I didn't mind the horrors of war For that is what we were there for; Rather, I hated the mud, rain and grime; And the shrapnel at times.