The 2012 election is history…..in more ways than one……and since there is not much news I will return to posting the poems from my youth…..and since a couple of my regular readers and commenters are weary of the whole political thingy…..I will try some more poetry…..

The year is 1969 and I am on my second tour in Vietnam….only thing new is the unit to which I was assigned…..Studies & Observation Group….at this time I am working in the Parrot’s Beak area of South Vietnam…..on the border with Cambodia…..not much time for lying around doing little….but I do find time from now and then to write a poem or two……..

The Happy Few

Why must we fight

A war of fright?

People fear,

neighbors far and near.

People don’t understand

That to be a man

We don’t have to kill.

It is better still

To give all you can.

If things are getting better

And this is true

Why are the happy

Only a few?

If things keep going this way

It won’t be long to judement day.

I don’t have the answers

Do you?

If not, maybe we should

Ask the happy few.

CHUQ

21Apr69

And so it goes!