Poetry

Riverine Assault Flotilla



 Riverine Assault Flotilla

Born in Hudson, 18 years, my flag was too long furled
 When Lyndon Johnson offered me a chance to see the world
 
Should be fun, I’ll have some laughs, and wear a sailor suit
 No danger for them Navy boys, won’t even have to shoot!
 
Go "River Boats?" Yeah, sure, why not? (Thank you, Uncle Sam)
 But I was thinking Tennessee, not Southern Vietnam
 
The Mekong Delta hated me, it laughed at my mistake
 This wasn’t like the painter’s Hudson, back in New York state
 
I aged ten years in one spent there, my hair turned quickly white
 Bleached from sun but more from fear, patrolling in the night
 
On 9/15 of ’67, the war would end for me
 I lost so much I wanted kept, except for memories:
 
A spleen, a neck, oh what the heck, an eye, a jaw, an ear
 Bits and pieces left behind in Vietnam a year
 


contributed by Dwight Jenkins [This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.] 
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