What The Medic Said Poem by Joe Howell

Blood was mixed with pieces of skin
and torn metal.
Yet the sky was still blue
the day 18 were blown away.

It was sometime between Aug and Sept;
funny how you can't remember stuff
forty years later.

I remember that it was morning
one of our guys had fallen asleep
next to a bouncing betty, and I
was on watch while everyone slept.

We had been up for three days &
three nights, and I was so tired i couldn't
sleep. So i stood watch.
No nightmares that night, just quite
and a blood red sunrise.