MEMORIES OF VIETNAM
There's a room
Where memories,
Of what I became,
In Vietnam.
Just to survive,
Are stored,
They're locked tight,
And not to be opened.
No one has seen.
This side of my being.
He is in a place.
That nobody
Can find.
These memories
Are part.
Of my Soul.
Which will never
Quite heal.
When despair
Smothers all.
When my memory
Recalls.
War poetry
Gives voice.
To my SOUL!
To soar
To the Heavens above.
~ Ricardo
This poem is about:
Me
My country
Our world
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MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo
9 years ago
Times, I think writing my thoughts about my service in Vietnam.
Is a way of coping and to tell what it really was in that war.
I did not protest that war.
Because it would denigrate my service.
And the service of many who were killed-in-action.
Yet, I don't hate those that did protest.
In fact a Marine of World War II.
William Ojala.
Wrote a Bill that would make it illegal.
To draft men from his home State of MN.
People are surprise that we get along.