Inthe Summer Of '69 In Vietnam Poem by Philip Lore

Inthe Summer Of '69 In Vietnam

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Punji sticks, propped up in the ground,
Silently kill, without a sound.
Bouncing Bettys, fly chest high,
Strike the plunger,
A terrible way to die.

Booby traps,
Monkey chatting,
Mortars dropping,
Bullets cracking,
Soldiers dying,
Bodies stacking.
In dense jungle,
With machete's hacking.

Deadly snakes,
Rice cakes,
Hot beer,
Cold steaks.

F4 Phantoms dropping bombs,
VietCong soldiers burning in napalm.
LBJ, Cam Ranh Bay,
China Beach,
Georgia peach.

Firing with my M16,
Bodies tan, bodies lean.
Peace symbol, around my neck,
Staring at a chopper wreck.

I can't get no satisfaction,
Rolling Stones, quick reaction.

Kill zone, Drop zone,
Always feel so all alone.
This was Viet-Nam in '69,
Shared for you, from within my mind.
It took forty years,
To talk this out,
Read these lines to yourself out loud,
That's what this war was all about.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Darwin Henry Beuning 18 June 2019

Another poem about the way it was, now but a memory, so long ago.. Philip thank you for your service.

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