Rhymes of an artillery man [vietnam war: 1971] - poetry
Rhymes of an Armaments Man
An eleven part poem
I had went to Vietnam at the age of 23 , and it was most interesting, there were 205,000 troops there when I arrived. I was asked freshly at a address [question and answer] at a Academy in Peru, Huancayo, at the Los Andes, Idiom Center, how I liked it. Most of the students anticipated me to be down right rigid with my remarks, I think. But the first thing that came to mind was, '. . . war is a high," and so I articulated that to the students, they were a ting surprised. And so in this poem I try to outline a few of the more common occurrences, and add in the highs one may find in everyday soldiering in a war area:
Vietnam: Guard Duty at Dusk
? I paced along the wired fence
Just timid darkness for my light?
I glanced from tree to tree
That never said a word:
"Halt, who goes there?" I cried.
Oh, I called him numerous times,
Never saw the shrubbery move.
I controlled him adjacent to the fence
And cried like a dark child.
O, I had no time to tarry-.
Or they'll find you dead tomorrow!"
I dreamed about that evil night
-he never clasped his hands!
Vietnam: The Horrible Fool
"This is not a game," I said
D'ye think he'd listen? Na,
And so the afraid fool awoke,
Vietnam: Red Silence
I cannot silence, although I try
The odyssey, of staying alive.
Yet, life is still a joy-and all is well?
In fact, I didn't mind the horrors of war
And I found in the open jungle
Golden light and fair peace
I forgot, I was here to fight
To fight like a devil if need be.
Glare and the grime, and trees.
I lay my rifle down to bit
To join the other dreamers yet
As if we were all crazy or nuts.
Fighting: was a far, far cry.
I never knew if the enemy was
Nearby!. . .
Note: #646 5/11/2005
Vietnam: Going Home
I'm goin' home in the
I'm done with fightin',
'ad had my fill of ?nam!
I'm goin', home in the
I'm glad to have the chance-!
I've had my 'eap of fun
And I wouldn't trade it
Vietnam: Cock-crow Rockets
All cock-crow long, rockets shot by
At night, at night-the same
Little I thought, I'd die that morning,
For out of the mysterious, Vietnam,
Rockets whistled in the bloody sky,
But the worst of all
Vietnam: The Ballad of Dissolute Luke
Ugh! What a shame-;
He'd make love several
Times a day?.
As I swept the dusty steps,
And cleaned my oily gun-
And that is how we got to know
And he'd say:
And I'd answer:
Yes, even when in the mist
He'd dip-down into
"O flee, flee?" I told him many
Warped his mind.
But he never zippered-up
Those olive-green pants,
Unable to stand: he was
Vietnam: The Barbwire
"Their all messed up in the barbwire-
They never made a moan.
Wet, with sweat to the bone!
Now here we stand, awaiting command
And the VC hasn't a chance.
Crack dirty jokes-
And here we play cards and laugh
Back by means of the barbwire fence;
And wait?until they're gone.
Vietnam: Mothers Voice
He went away, to war, that
He sang a song, called
Ah yes, my eyes had
For I held them deep inside
He never knew.
My boy, my boy who sings
But a care for has to let
Life flow-, you know
Son must die!
For peace is bought with love
But death is at all times far
God, if it be Thy Will.
Vietnam: Carry-on Soldier!
I gave them my best
(Where life is worth living,
Believe in your mission-
"Carry-on soldier; carry-on?. !"
It's easy to fight, if you think
It is right-!
It is wrong-!
But all I heard was:
"Carry-on Soldier, carry-on!"
Vietnam: the Cross 
And so, the war is now over
Smile and try to be happy
Note: these are poems #645 because of #656/5/2005
Dennis Siluk http://dennissiluk. tripod. com
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