But first, The VP debate was last nite……who won? Who cares? The Right will say Ryan…he could have fallen asleep and they would have given him the win….the Left will point to Biden….and I would rather relive sad memories from Vietnam than watch another optical illusion known as presidential debates……the lousy polls will indicate who took the night.
I had just started corresponding with the sister of a fellow grunt who had died….she was very special and I had a number of fantasies about her……..
Miss Jackson
Light from the sea
Adds a glow of beauty,
To your body,
And does wonders for the psyche.
Your hair is auburn,
Your skin is fair.
Your body the sun did burn,
But not your hair.
You are all that has beauty.
You are all that matters to me.
Hand in hand,
We walk in the sand,
And when we will kiss,
I shall hear the Band.
Damn!
This poem is dumb, My fingers are numb.
I had too much to think
Which is far worse
Than too much to drink.
CHUQ 17Aug1969
This made me smile. It reminded me of a book of short stories about Vietnam written by a vet called “The Things They Carried” There was one story where a grunt had died and the platoon medic, who was buddies with this man wrote a long and heartfelt letter to the man’s sister and was cruxhed when she never bothered to reply.
Keep on keeping on
Thanx for the visit and comment……..I started up a long distance relationship with her when she wrote me to learn more about her brother…..they had been separated at a young age and did not even know he was serving in Vietnam…….check back from time to time, I will be posting more poems that I wrote as a sort of therapy…I appreciate any and all feedback……thanx again.
I remember letting my loneliness over in Vietnam get the best of me and with a few beers in me would write home to some of the ladies I was fond of, opening my heart to them only to discover their feelings were not mutual. Ouch!
There were some burns….but we would try again and again, huh?