Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Bronze Star - 2,007 Points (October 29,1949 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Memories Of Nam - Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

I watched them fall
and then they died.
Bagged them up
fought hard not to cry.

Supply ships rolled in
carried them away.
I packed my aid-kit
prepared for another day.

Some only lasted
for just a little while.
Their dead eyes blank
no clue they ever smiled.

They'd come in a rush
died in a flash.
I was one of the few
who made it to the last.

I counted the days
till it was time to go.
They took forever
passed so slow.

The last thirty-three years
have passed so quickly.
I woke up one morning
discovered I was fifty.

The memories of Nam
continue to come.
Leaving me no place to go.
No where to run.

I want to just scream, rant, and yell.
Need some relief...from this unending hell.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem from Dead Men Calling. A collection of poems about my experiences in Vietnam.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012



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