It Was Christmas Poem by Granville Holt

It was Christmas in Vietnam.
Fifty years ago now. (My Mom
Passed about a month or so back.)
Things like that cause your soul to lack
The will to keep livin' this psalm

Of sorrows we call life. NaPalm
And Agent Orange hit like a bomb.
Both burn deep, an endless attack!
It was Christmas

But I didn't notice. Non-com
Said grab your ruck for a 'shit-dom'
To Tuy Hoa for green-line shack
While the Air Base stands down. Bivouac
By the ocean sea maelstrom.
It was Christmas!