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THE NIGHT
The nights in Vietnam were worse than the day
The mind creating delusions worse than war
The queer jungle sounds grating on the mind
Knowing the enemy was present but unseen
The mind, an inexplicable and baffling thing,
The soft sobbing of a comrade on his first night
Breaking the silence, the deafening silence,
The night a lonely respite from the hell of war
Oceans away from the comforts of the homeland.
