It was 1969 and they said everyone
would be present and accounted for; except
the bits and pieces blown apart and scattered
across the country’s war torn paddies and jungle floors.
Those guys were never going to be coming back
Even the healthy ones….
2008 © T Sheridan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All soldiers are heroes - even the dead, MIA & unstrung. As for singing, didn't get too much of that on return - plenty of curses though. Rgds, Ivan