NIGHTMARE OF VIETNAM
MOTHER,
Wake me
From this nightmare.
I been in this nightmare
Since all those months.
I spent with hunger,
Death and fear
As my companions.
The smell of cordite
Is in my nostrils.
The sound of thunder
Reminds us
Of artillery firing.
Back firing of cars
And firecrackers
Remind us
Of rifle fire.
Rain, lighting and thunder
Went on and on for days.
Rats, leeches and snakes,
Were our companions
In this living hell.
Known to some
As Vietnam.
It was ungodly hot,
And humid as well.
Cries of pain
And no sound
From the dead.
Ring in our ears.
We lived
From day to day.
To plan for the future.
Was madness.
Because
In the next moment.
You might step
On a mine.
And all those plans
Were for nothing.
When will it end?
On our death bed?
So please Mother,
Wake me
From this nightmare.
Your son.
~ Ricardo
This poem is about:
Me
My country
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MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo
8 years ago
In this poem you can see some of my service in Vietnam.
And some of my reactions on a car backfiring.
Because it happen more than one time.
It was my body reacting like I did in May of 1965 in Vietnam.
After the loud sound by my left ear.Igot down and started returning.
Rounds by my M-14.
War is not romantic, in fact it's really boring.
With a few times or more of fear.
But you learn how to cope.
In a world of madness