Darwin Henry Beuning
Darwin Henry Beuning Poems
- Thank You Poemhunter Poem Hunter A window To the World
- Never Ending We are all cannon fodder For the beast called ...
- Heaven's Dictionary It is found alongside The Book of ...
- Too Soon Comedians in America die young Perhaps, for having ...
- My Valentine When we first met We both had nothing Worlds...
- I Pledge - Gitmo I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the ...
- Thailand's King Ruler Supreme Beloved by all King ...
I was raised on a dairy farm in central Minnesota. Joined the Army at 17 and landed in Vietnam in May 1966. I later joined the Air Force and retired in 1990. I then worked for the Veteran's Administration in Salt Lake City, Utah for 18 years, retiring in 2009. My wife is from Thailand, we have been married 43 years. Along the way, we raised three children. I enjoy playing chess, writing poems and quotes. more »
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''There are no more jobs in America, only sentences, LIFE SENTENCES''This is based on my many years in the American workforce.
''I was raised Christian, my wife was raised Buddhist, and our children 'CONFUSED'''My Thai wife and I have been married 38 years, during which we raised three children.
''In each of us there is a poem and a song. For most, a poem that will never be written and a song that will never be sung''I am very grateful for poemhunter.com for allowing everyday people to express their themselves through poetry.
''Part of me died in Vietnam, part of me never came back. The part of me that is called 'Innocence'''Arrived in Vietnam at age of 18 in May 1966. I left in January 1968 right before the TET offensive.
''Working for the government is like being a cast member on the television series, Survivor. The two main differences are, with the government you have more teams and you don't get a vote''This is based on my 41 years of federal service.
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