MEMORIES OF VIETNAM

by MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo

July 24, 2015

There's a room

Where memories,

Of what I became,

In Vietnam.

Just to survive,

Are stored,

They're locked tight,

And not to be opened.

No one has seen.

This side of my being.

He is in a place.

That nobody

Can find.

These memories

Are part.

Of my Soul.

Which will never

Quite heal.

When despair

Smothers all.

When my memory

Recalls.

War poetry

Gives voice.

To my SOUL!

To soar

To the Heavens above.

~ Ricardo

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MillRatUSMC aka RicardoAug 5, 2015

Times, I think writing my thoughts about my service in Vietnam.Is a way of coping and to tell what it really was in that war.I did not protest that war.Because it would denigrate my service.And the service of many who were killed-in-action.Yet, I don't hate those that did protest.In fact a Marine of World War II.William Ojala.Wrote a Bill that would make it illegal.To draft men from his home State of MN.People are surprise that we get along.