Vietnam - Agent Orange Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning

Phu-Bai, Vietnam
May 1966 - January 1968

Guard Duty,
In the bunker or watch tower
With the barbed wire
And mine field beyond.

Walking to your perimeter post,
You walked through mostly sand.
But, there were turfs of green grass -
Here and there.

There was dust on the grass,
Shades of orange, yellow, and red.

You would walk -
Kicking up the dust,
Which ended up on your clothes.

You, brushed it off. the best you could,
Proceeding on - Duty Calls

We were never warned
About the danger.