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Viet Cong owned the night
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Viet Nam Pieces In Viet Nam it was always more joyous for me
to see the sun-rise than the sun-set:
I could almost always guarantee
that the daylight wouldn't bring death.
Little did we know that we would die,
yet we would never be dead.
Never did days run on to their evening
that my soul's dread did not surely increase;
Bright Death
strikes at night;
I may not
see its light,
but my life
takes its flight,
while The Enemy, like a rat, scurries....
Night is not always for dreaming.
I know that VietNam vets have a terrible time with coping even after all these years. It breaks my heart to know that their sacrifice met such indifference and ignorance when they returned. No, night isn't always for dreaming, Teddy. Sometimes it's for crying.
Jessica