I went to Bien Hoa
to see a wounded friend.
Walked to the Aid Station
inquired within.
Was met by a nurse
her smile so big and warm.
She led me to his bed
told me how he's been.
I stayed for awhile
conversing with my friend.
Heard a huey land outside
saw the wounded being rushed in.
I looked about for awhile
the nurse appeared quite busy.
She tended the wounded
the place was in a frenzy.
The commotion continued
for an hour or so.
I told my friend
it was time for me to go.
I walked by a room
so quiet and still.
The nurse stood alone
looked a little ill.
A soldier lay dead
on a bloodied army cot.
Nothing could have saved him
from his horrific shot.
The smile was gone from her beautiful face
a frown was there instead, in it's place.
She wiped at a tear
that suddenly rolled down.
I continued on
being ever so quiet.
Fearful another copter
would start a riot.
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Oh my goodness, what a horrific world that is. A world that most of us have not experienced. This is a great tribute for those who were wounded or lost their lives. Thank God for Angels with those precious smiles on their faces. A wonderful poem! I gave you a 10 but nothing changed. Some idiot put a 5 on there. I just posted 2 poems and instantly got 5's. Oh well...