NIGHTMARE OF VIETNAM

by MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo

July 24, 2015

MOTHER,

Wake me

From this nightmare.

I been in this nightmare

Since all those months.

I spent with hunger,

Death and fear

As my companions.

The smell of cordite

Is in my nostrils.

The sound of thunder

Reminds us

Of artillery firing.

Back firing of cars

And firecrackers

Remind us

Of rifle fire.

Rain, lighting and thunder

Went on and on for days.

Rats, leeches and snakes,

Were our companions

In this living hell.

Known to some

As Vietnam.

It was ungodly hot,

And humid as well.

Cries of pain

And no sound

From the dead.

Ring in our ears.

We lived

From day to day.

To plan for the future.

Was madness.

Because

In the next moment.

You might step

On a mine.

And all those plans

Were for nothing.

When will it end?

On our death bed?

So please Mother,

Wake me

From this nightmare.

Your son.

~ Ricardo

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MillRatUSMC aka RicardoAug 5, 2015

In this poem you can see some of my service in Vietnam.And some of my reactions on a car backfiring.Because it happen more than one time.It was my body reacting like I did in May of 1965 in Vietnam.After the loud sound by my left ear.Igot down and started returning.Rounds by my M-14.War is not romantic, in fact it's really boring.With a few times or more of fear.But you learn how to cope.In a world of madness