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!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem