Private McKinley Nolan still a mystery?
Enigmatic still his personal history?
Resting eternally for decades in a Cambodian patchouli leaves deep bed?
Passionate ironic defender of civilians from genocide the Khmer Rouge fanatically led?
Leaving the infernal Vietnam War in a few short weeks?
Explanation for his alleged defection - not one from his unit speaks?
Xenophobia for his own military personnel?
Impelling him for reasons unknown into his own hell?
Today others are too quick of him to condemn?
Yet, what if it had been THEM?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem