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The Vietnam Alphabet Poem
I ran across this poem and thought it to be an unusual but creative use of the alphabet.
A long, long time, many years ago, Before we had a chance to really know, Christmas year was in the land of Ho, Dealing with leaches and heat, instead of snow. Every December, in the year of Tet, Facing the fears we knew not of yet, Growing much older while sweaty and wet, Having to watch out for your buddy the vet. I can only remember the meaning of fear, Jesus, why do I feel that You aren't near, Knowing how much I live in fear, of never leaving here. Looking more sometimes for death than life, My heart is broken in this place of strife, Nobody cares, if we live or die, Over in the world of the big round eye. Please try to explain all of this to me, Quickly, while I wonder if I will always be, Remembering those things in the land of the free. Standing tall with feelings of pride, Thinking back to the times we could cry, Unclear as to why those feelings will die. Victory only comes to those who care, While defeat will come, in times of despair. X-Ray and Bird, are places to remember, You know, during our Christmas, in December, Zebra, Idrang, and Happy Valley, are places you won't find, in a Rand McNally. by Keith (Hacksaw) Bodine |
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RA,
That's pretty clever. Thanks for posting it.
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JIngle bells mortar shells VC in the grass, there no Christmas cheer until this year has past, oh jingle bells mortar shells vc in the grass so take you home made Christmas pies and shoven em up your ass. Christams 1967
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Driving down the road,
In a Jeep that should be junk, Bouncing down the road, Most of us are drunk. Jeep on dirt roads bounce Making asses sore Lord I'd sooner go to Hell, Then finish out this tour, Oh, Jungle Bells, Mortar Shells, VC in the grass, Take your merry christmas cheer, and shove it up your ass....Oh, Jungle Bells Mortar Shells, VC in the grass, Take your Merry Christmas Cheer, And shove it up your ass. Santa's Workshop, LZ Carolyn 69' Pack PS RA.....your right, very clever and good. Thanks, never saw that before.
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