3. True (pt. 1)

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Vietnam Series

Thud thud thud,

The chops in the air

Of the propellers overhead

Sending me over there.

What to expect,

I have no clue.

I go for my country,

But what am I going to?

As I reach my destination

And finally step out,

I already see more

Then what I’d heard about.

Beautiful and green,

Blue, and brown.

I started to wonder

How this place could be so down.

* * *

On my first march

I am told to look around.

Look around for what?

Nothing was found.

We stopped in a village.

It was our time off

And I met the locals.

I just couldn’t get enough.

My Sgt. had told me

Not to make friends.

If I gave them too much

Then it would be the end.

I should have listened,

It was nothing new.

I never knew his words

Could ever be so true…

Author's Notes/Comments:

Poem number three in the vietnam series, our friend finally arives in Vietnam. This poem is supposed to express the transition into the war, thought it isn't too clear of that i suppose. It's more of a transition into the next poem as you will see...