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Dead or Alive on Hill 175?

Contributed by Rammy on Saturday, 22nd July 2006 @ 03:01:47 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished



How did I get here? How stupid am I?
I wondered as I heard my buddies cry
Out in the highlands in Vietnam
The wounded scream "morphine!". Others scream "Mom!".

Sure as hell I'm out here to die.
Too late to question when or why.
Men who don't know me, trying to kill me
Won't later question, "Who the hell was he?"

The crushing noise of bullets and mortar
Suffocate efforts at thought, at order.
My sad life depends on the fetal position.
Screw the Marines and this ******** mission.

I'm tempted to stand, to run, to flee
So there will be something left of me
Tomorrow and for all the promised tomorrows to come
God, why am I here? Why was I so dumb?

An arm's blown beside me, I recoil in more horror.
I age by the moment. Don't pass me a mirror
To see the new killer now quaking, in shock.
Christ Almighty, please turn back the clock.

JFK and now Lyndon, what in hell were you thinkin?
Friends' bodies surround me, now what will my fate be?
At Hill 175, Doc Toe, still alive?
*** ****** to all politicians, don't give us more jive.

Just bring us to families, anxiously waiting
For this war to end, no more anger, no hating.
But war won't soon end and skies won't be sunny
No, the fat cats stay rich, making more dirty money.





Copyright © Rammy ... [ 2006-07-22 15:01:47]
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Re: Dead or Alive on Hill 175? (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Saturday, 22nd July 2006 @ 03:29:59 PM AEST
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Incredible but very sad. My husband served in Nam though he doesnt say alot about it most of the time he has told me stories.
Great write

Michelle


Re: Dead or Alive on Hill 175? (User Rating: 1 )
by chaos78 on Saturday, 22nd July 2006 @ 04:29:27 PM AEST
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very good write yhank u for sharing




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